anthony
incorrigible
why i'm single again;
i keep meeting women that are very insipid, and... also they have aural f***ing atrocities in their record collection.
i picked up one woman for an outing, and right after we began to drive off, she rather brashly thrusted her stupid french manicured finger to fiddle with MY stereo (which was (quietly) playing 'judas' by depeche mode, and popped in some cd from her (somewhat ugly) handbag, so that we could all "enjoy" the deep lyrics from whatever rancid cd she put in.. that's right... i mean, why listen to martin gore or the smiths, when i can listen to "soulja boy"? all of his lyrics strike a deep emotional chord within me. with all of us. ...i made four sharp right turns. even drove into the driveway, so that she wouldn't have to walk as far (in retrospect, it was just largely because i thought it was rude to commandeer my stereo without asking). the look on her symmetrical porcelain face was just priceless...
<i>then</i> you meet women that think because they occasionally doodle with f***ing prismacolor pencil sets (whilst slacking off at their lame ass desk job), and seem to have a rather strong aversion to washing their jeans, that they are "artists too"...
oh, yes... hmmm, well that wasn't much of an intro, was it?...
i keep meeting women that are very insipid, and... also they have aural f***ing atrocities in their record collection.
i picked up one woman for an outing, and right after we began to drive off, she rather brashly thrusted her stupid french manicured finger to fiddle with MY stereo (which was (quietly) playing 'judas' by depeche mode, and popped in some cd from her (somewhat ugly) handbag, so that we could all "enjoy" the deep lyrics from whatever rancid cd she put in.. that's right... i mean, why listen to martin gore or the smiths, when i can listen to "soulja boy"? all of his lyrics strike a deep emotional chord within me. with all of us. ...i made four sharp right turns. even drove into the driveway, so that she wouldn't have to walk as far (in retrospect, it was just largely because i thought it was rude to commandeer my stereo without asking). the look on her symmetrical porcelain face was just priceless...
<i>then</i> you meet women that think because they occasionally doodle with f***ing prismacolor pencil sets (whilst slacking off at their lame ass desk job), and seem to have a rather strong aversion to washing their jeans, that they are "artists too"...
oh, yes... hmmm, well that wasn't much of an intro, was it?...
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