Another successful long roadtrip made. Time to enjoy some beaches amongst some Roman rvins hh. On a completely unrelated matter, I've come to the conclusion that the source of many conflicts on man-foid's relationships is that the foids don't like the tone of a TRUKE when they hear it. It's not that they think it's wrong or that they can even pretend to have a clever retort to it. They know 100℅ that they are wrong and that I am fucking right and they were absolutely destroyed by facts and logic! Hence their very instinctive and always available (((argument))) "you're always trying to fix the issue" or "men need to learn to hear more", which is a complete surrender in the battlefield of ideas, and you should later just victoriously and dignifiedly sip your beer while she awkwardly tries to dance around the elephant in the room that one smugly ignores for a while before finally addressing it in an unapologetic apathetic indifference. The beer was quite nice, specially while watching the moon reflected on the sea. Life is beautiful, friends.