Me, Myself, and someone closely resembling me.
Sometimes I wish I could be a cute little girl.
OK, OK ... hold up. Why? Well, not because I feel like I need to let out my inner woman, wear any makeup, or have some sicko fetish with wearing panties. It's because cops like cute girls and don't give them tickets.
OK, more like RARELY give them tickets, but my point remains valid. No matter how small or dumb the reason, I get pulled over and always get ticketed. This is in stark contrast to the many, many times I hear from one of my girlie friends who drive like Satan with his eyes gouged out. They flirt and get off with a warning.
I flirt and I get a 'sir step out of the car'. Unless I luck out with a gay cop, but who has ever met one of those? nevertheless... Its too risky for me to even try this.
Anyhoo, its not fair ... for the main reasons that police deal with the shit of the city every day. That does not mean that when you pull me over for a burnt out tail light that I am some drug-dealing wifebeater too. Being courteous and respectful to Mr. Officer doesn't help anymore either, so from now on I'm just going to assume that they are all dicks and they are going to write me a ticket in the end. ugh.
Moving on, I purchased a new camera for myself for my birthday. And why not? I know what I like and if I can't buy myself a treat on a holiday devoted to me, then something is wrong. Maybe I'd be mad at myself. That would suck. I'd have to totally make it up. Maybe I'd take me out to a nice steak dinner, and then later a movie. I think I would like that, but also give myself a hard time for a few days after so I don't think I can get away with it that easily.
-Mike
OK, OK ... hold up. Why? Well, not because I feel like I need to let out my inner woman, wear any makeup, or have some sicko fetish with wearing panties. It's because cops like cute girls and don't give them tickets.
OK, more like RARELY give them tickets, but my point remains valid. No matter how small or dumb the reason, I get pulled over and always get ticketed. This is in stark contrast to the many, many times I hear from one of my girlie friends who drive like Satan with his eyes gouged out. They flirt and get off with a warning.
I flirt and I get a 'sir step out of the car'. Unless I luck out with a gay cop, but who has ever met one of those? nevertheless... Its too risky for me to even try this.
Anyhoo, its not fair ... for the main reasons that police deal with the shit of the city every day. That does not mean that when you pull me over for a burnt out tail light that I am some drug-dealing wifebeater too. Being courteous and respectful to Mr. Officer doesn't help anymore either, so from now on I'm just going to assume that they are all dicks and they are going to write me a ticket in the end. ugh.
Moving on, I purchased a new camera for myself for my birthday. And why not? I know what I like and if I can't buy myself a treat on a holiday devoted to me, then something is wrong. Maybe I'd be mad at myself. That would suck. I'd have to totally make it up. Maybe I'd take me out to a nice steak dinner, and then later a movie. I think I would like that, but also give myself a hard time for a few days after so I don't think I can get away with it that easily.
-Mike