Friday, September 06, 2002

So hard to find decent folk these days. All the potential prodigies at my school turn out to be bigoted homophobe social retards just like I've had to deal with since sixth grade. Dying/spiking your hair, wearing black clothes, and quoting the Sex Pistols won't make you a worthy human being. They're all so concerned with being seen as unique by prospectful girlfriends lurking in the crowd that they fail to develop any reasonable idea of why they did indeed pierce their foreskin. So in the event that their fishing wields catches, the girls are so appalled by their nauseating habits of scratching themselves and then smelling their fingers that they slip right through their hands. Put away the gel, remove the brads, and go to your room to think about what you've done.

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