2002-08-25
Themed Songs
One time I asked someone to dance for me. He started taking off his clothes instead. At that moment I heard Jim Guthrie sing in my head a line from the song Who Wants What, "Shit, ya I can dance." That's the closest I've ever come to going to the strippers.
The other night a drunk stripper came up to me to tell me how someone called her a white bitch. She asked me if I thought she was white. She had a dark complextion. I said no. She went up to the name caller and said she wasn't white because I thought she was a nigger. I never said that. A war of middle-fingering erupted between the two. At that moment I heard Mel & Tim sing Good Guys Only Win in Movies. These are the types of random people who approach me on a daily basis. Why? I don't think I'm best suited for these types of arguments.
This morning my brother's born-again Christain friend found a pair of male underwear shoved in my couch. It had piece of my hair on it. At that moment I heard Bright Eyes sing a line from Lover I Don't Have to Love, "I want a girl whose so sad she doesn't talk." An awkward silence then followed.
If a guy is in a pitch black room and someone is going down on him, does it really matter if the person is male or female?
Now playing The Happy Couple by Sorry About Dresden
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