I don’t understand what’s going on here. Are they together? Or is he just shopping around for a new STD? I want to know.
I hate this Tila Tequila girl. Sure, she’s hot in that Hep C way but not the type you bring outside. But then again, I’m not a man and so I probably don’t understand the appeal. Ugh. Billy Corgan – you are dead to me. Not that you were ever alive to me but I thought we shared an understanding that you keep the hoes in the closet and bring the classy lady on the carpet. Whatever. I’m over it. Not really.
One less Russian in this world will make the world a better place. Tis true fact. I read it somewhere.
Sergey Tuganov of Moscow bet two chicks $5,000 that he could satisfy them both for half a day. He won the bet. And then he dropped dead. Fuckey fuckey fun. Heart attack not so fun.
And so those two lucky ladies not only got banged around for the day but they got to keep their money. Dem Russian chicks are smart. Makes me wish I was one.
Have you ever had those text message conversations that lasted the entire day? You know, the ones where you exchange only 4 messages because you each wait 2 hours before you respond. You are obviously too busy to bother. But the truth is that you do care or else you wouldn’t be waiting to respond. I actually know nothing about doing this because I am fucking cool.
My friend tells me theres another kind of text message war. The kind where you initially wait an hour to respond but then the other person responds quicker and before you know it you’ve sent 3 texts within 5 minutes. And then nothing. I pity the fool who falls into this trap. Not me, though. I’m cool.
And how about those days when you says to yourself – I’m not falling into any traps today. And you pep talk yourself and you bang on your chest like a confident cave(wo)man that you are and then…you fall for the trap.
It happens. Sometimes repeatedly. But not to me. Because I am fucking cool.