I’m an easygoing guy, a real laid back ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I don’t need much from anybody, I don’t judge people and I don’t set very high standards. I’m the kinda guy who’ll throw his ♥♥♥♥ on the bbq when there’s no sausages left and the neighbour wants a bite of that goodness. I’m the kinda guy who’d ♥♥♥♥ your dog in your front yard when your internet is down so you have something to jack off to.
I’m the chillest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you’ll ever meet and I don’t ask much from nobody, but I like my theories coherent, my claims empirically supported and my equations void of infinities. I don’t know nothing ‘bout no 26 dimensions or superstrings, I like theories with as many dimensions as me and my wife share balls: 4. I don’t need no microscopic dimensions, I don’t need no hula hoop vibrations to yangle my dangle, and the only string I know is the one I wore to your daughter’s birthday party.
Is that too much for a man to ask these days?