Ah, the joys of monogamy with modern women. I pine wistfully for what I'm missing out on.
Just imagine how many times I could have been privileged to pay for dinner for such a lovely lady if I'd have taken that money from my new rifleman's chest rig and spent it on one. Or the shotguns and rifle from last year. Or the 8 grand in tattoo work I had done last year. Or the hundreds of dollars a month booze/concert/party budget.
How empty and lonesome I feel now.
But god damn, are these guys stupid. The same ones might shame us for the likes of the above, fully self blindfolded to the irony that they are lonely with their significant other right there, while we are merely alone.
Big difference between alone and lonely there, bubula.
Before it's finally said and done, as the final bill comes due, you will know:
I am Hell.