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[ask-the-becile-boys]

Well, we've heard Hare's two cents on dating, but does anyone else have any tips for us?

The Skull: None that you should listen to.

The Jack: Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

Locksmith: Well spoken, dear Jack. It would appear you do pay me mind when I read. Poetry is assuredly the route of a suitor of class; though if one is of insufficient skill to compose their own work, expressing the unique affections burgeoning from their amorous soul, can one really say they are ready for such a relationship?

Mr. Weed: … You’re sayin’ you need a creative writin’ degree before you should be datin’?

Locksmith: A degree is unnecessary. But they say communication is the foundation of healthful romance. And poetry is communication utilizing the very heart of language.

Mr. Weed: … I don’t think that’s what that means.

Locksmith: And what experience do you have in this arena? Care to share with our petitioners?

Mr. Weed: They don’t wanna know and I don’t wanna talk about it.

The Skull: And I’d sooner jump in the bay than deal with any of this crap.

The Skull: I don’t know what you were expecting. Not like any of us have ever made somethin’ work.

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Dee: Move slowly.

Dee: Move… gingerly.

Dee: See each other in whole before you go gettin’ hitched. See ‘em mad. See ‘em low. Both of you, see the worst in each other, and if you can say they’re still the one– put in the work.

Dee: ‘Cause you see, it’s work, in the end, not just sugar an’ kisses. You take care of each other, as much as you do yourself, through the messes and the tragedy. But if you can do all that, and you go to bed feelin’ like your work was worth it… you might just get to die next to a lover and not just another warm body.

Dee: …

Dee: And don’t be a [bleep]ing jackass.

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[ask-the-becile-boys]

I hear Hare likes to think he's a ladies man. Got any tips for us, hot-shot?

Hare: Clean ‘em every time ya take ‘em out for a spin.

Mr. Weed: /spit-take

Hare: And keep ‘em in a clean, dry place outta the way. Get a handful of those lil’ silica packets and toss those in the case, that’ll help. Check the bolts n’ screws holdin’ her together every once in a while, ‘cuz they’ll shake loose, and sharpen the bit on the regular.

The Skull:

Hare: Oh, and tell her she’s pretty.

The Skull: Real women. Not power tools.

Hare: … … … … I knew that.

Hare: Keep your head outta your ass, your pants zipped up, and your hands to yerself. Bam. Now you’re ahead of most of the suckers out there. Yer welcome.

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[felixjj77]

A canvas has the potential to produce a great piece of art but it also depends on the artist who draws and paints on the canvas. If you give the canvas into the hands of an inexperienced artist, it is more likely to get ruined or to produce an art that’s lower than the standard of the canvas. Although, giving it into the hands of a chief artist will make the empty canvas to be filled with an exclusive art and with bright colours. Analogically speaking, every person has great potential in them like an empty canvas to produce an exclusive painting, but it all depends upon the artist we entrust our lives to. Jesus said, “my purpose is to give you a rich and satisfied life.” He is the chief artist that can work magic with the our empty canvas. If we give it to him, the outcome will never be disappointing. #emptycanvas #chiefartist #exclusive #magical #godofwonders #potential