- you're trying to shove my fingers all up in there, and I can see a Crisco smudge on your shaved head
- during the deed, "Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car" is playing on the satellite radio in your bedroom
- you invite me over for a second date--even promising to make me pasta with your Italian mother's homemade sauce--then drop me cold until two months later, when you cc me on a hot hookup email to some other dude
- I find out that you deal. And steal.
- I find out you're a part-time actor. And you like getting gobbed on.
- you don't bother closing the bathroom door, and it's noisy
- you trick me into eating tripe at a dim-sum place
- you proudly don't wear deodorant
- you have to stop at a 24h cheque-cashing joint, because you're trying to "hide" your new part-time job from your landlord
- you point out your two missing molars--where the bridle goes
Thursday, August 17, 2006
rouge is just not that into you
Sorry, man. The heart wants what it wants. Dicks don't lie. Ain't enough Viagra in your medicine cabinet when: