you're just figuring this out?

I'm still young, grandpa.

back in my day, we had to learn that women would be the death of us the hard way; by getting into public fights with them and their hot

lesbian fling, then attempting to awkwardly smooth it over with a hot but ultimately unsatisfying threesome. All before third period math.

in the rain.

uphill.

both ways.

while being stabbed by panhandling velociraptors and a very drunk mammoth.

AND WE LIKED IT

As one of my more drug-addled friends once said:

Women - Can't live with 'em. Can't shoot 'em in the face with a bazooka.

Well, you can, but then you'd better have plans to go into hiding or spend time in a very small space.

^Sounds like living with them.