Wednesday, July 02, 2003


I very rarely walk up to acquaintances and say things like, "Do you realize just how fat you are? I mean, do they strip search you on the way out of Big Bear to make sure that you aren't smuggling boxes of Hostess Cupcakes under your gargantuan fat rolls?"

And I also never say, "Holy shit, man, you're as ugly as the love child of Strom Thurmond's Skeleton and Meatloaf! You look like a monkey that someone put in some K-Mart clothes and strategically shaved!"

So why is it that people feel justified in saying, "Dude! Do you know that you're already going white? I mean, your hair will be completely white by the time you're thirty!"?

Yes, I fucking know.

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