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The Moxie Nerve Food Tonic
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Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: right behind you
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Apr 16th, 2003, 10:55 AM
Vince, you can read, can't you? I said, in English, I DON'T own you.
Now, my saying I DON'T could be missunderstood as:
"If you really tout the fact that you "own" me, you are petty fucking pathetic and it just proves once again that you live in a la-la liberal land. "
but only if you are a very dumb guy.
"Want to talk shit about me, Max? Go work for a real business and have to perform a real job."
I'm sorry, honey, didn't you say you worked for a college?
Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered with your talk of 'functioning' in the 'real world'? The guy who doesn't own a house, isn't married, doesn't have and support children? I'm sorry, Vince, but going to strip shows isn't a HUGE marker of your coping skills. Come on, now, put up or shut up. Tell me all about the massive responsabilities you carry out each and every day that makes you such an authority of the 'real world'. Tell me things you 'know', tell me about this 'real world' you inhabit that I don't, because I'm getting the vibe tht you have some pretty impressive stories to tell. Come on, THRILL ME!
I mean, you know, unless your all busy daydreaming about Kelly blowing you. I wouldn't want to distract you before the big moment.
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