Every woman who ever dated me because I "had potential" or was a "fixer upper" is guilty of the sunk cost fallacy. They're all like, "I wasted three years of my life on you!" and I'm like, "I'm a grown man in my underwear chainsmoking and drinking 40's of malt liqour while fucking around on the internet. What did you honestly expect to happen?"
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Right? Where were their minds!