Why the hell does Viagra need a prescription? (and other tangents)
1) The guy that never
says where he is going but you still know where he is going. It's like
he just can't say it because you'll find out something about him.
Whenever I ask this idiot where he is going, he says "Somewhere down
there". Thanks a lot. The next time I asked he says "I gotta get
something from Syvert Avenue and 43rd street." I said "Dude, isn't that
where you live?" Why the fuck can't he say I have to go home? Why must
things always be a mystery? He's not my friend anymore.
2) The guy that wears gay clothes, spiky hair, nextel, and is always found among the most loser places of where I live. Those of you not acquainted with Brooklyn, this place is called Bissaleh. It's a shitty hangout that has Hooka in the back. Thrills and Chills huh? No. It's shitty. And the girls there need to shave. But there are people that hang out there ALL THE TIME. I swear I saw someone sitting outside on a milk crate when they were closed, counting down the hours to when he can be gay again. This isn't funny. I have to deal with this all my life. Goddamn those fucking Serians. They never go to school, they look ugly, and somehow they get so many chicks just because of their parents money. To a common girl's eye, she sees a guy wearing gay clothes, has a nice car, and has a wallet full of cash. How would she ever know that none of this actually belongs to him, thus the success. One day I'll have something he doesn't, a diploma and a job. What dipshits.
Back to how much I rule...