The things that stay in my head.
Why is it that some guys who listen to hardcore music start crying like bitches when they a) break up with their woman, b) get arrested, c) When their fave soap opera character dies or leaves the show?
When Madonna sings “Like a Virgin,” do we believe her?
Why do grown ass people think they can rock outfits that were made for: a) children, b) models, c) the opposite sex, d) rock stars?
Why do some people from high school turn out to be true losers? Not hard luck people, I mean pariah worthy?
Why when your bills are due, somebody calls to ask to borrow your itty bitty dough?
What’s wrong with singing old negro spirituals at work?
For that matter, those of us who work in the historic district, instead of watching all these white people in period costumes, why not shock the tourist with an authentic slave costume and shackles on hands and feet to guide them?
What’s so wondrous about Wonder Woman? What’s so super about Superman? Why don’t they run for office? Dumbasses.
Why do some people think its ok to watch porn in front of a glass window in a public window?
What the hell is Montel Williams’ show about? I didn’t see any DNA or lied detector tests going on (unless you count Sylvia Brown).
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