Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Social Dissolve

Did I miss the evolution of men with possible down syndrome finding it socially permissible to ask someone, that could bake their future loser spawn, for a drink?  You're....you're kidding, right? You should be providing the liver poison convincing me to tolerate your sloppy advances for an additional 45 seconds -- not asking for presents.  

Are we really about to discover the fossils of chivalry?  Is that how dead it is?  The only person that thinks you are as hot as you think you are is your mom.  Go Oedipus Rex it out because no normal girl wants to deal with your ego.

The hottest guys never know that they're hot....hence the hotness.

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