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:::shaking head::: god that guy's a f*ckin dork. I don't think there are enough excuses in the world to make up for these intellectuals who, while walking in a group of 10 or more don't hold the accumulative intelligence of a box of pencils. It cracks me up watching them attempt to talk to a girl when she walks by. The shout and yell at her like she’s a football player and each one of them is her designated personal trainer. Any dumb f*ckin Orangutan with a water hose and a pail can express he wants to f*ck something but god-forbid there be any kind of tact to it whatsoever. Watching these guys talk to a girl one-on-one is just as painful. They push and play with every subject the way a 9-year old pushes food around on a plate but never eats it. Sissies.
The same goes for these pretty-boy pacsun abominations that couldn’t think their way out of a bathroom stall. I see about 5 of these guys standing around one Barbie doll chick (who also holds an IQ that you could scrape off the bottom of a shoe), and smile and laugh at every comment she makes and I don’t think the entire time any of them actually say anything. I gotta hand it to them, these girls can say “ohmygod” and “like” more rapid-fire than the rounds I could unload from an AK-47 on these pacifier-sucking pre-schoolers.
These tough-shyt ghetto and surfer boys wouldn’t even know how to make a threat to me, let alone carry it out.
Time for a drink…
The same goes for these pretty-boy pacsun abominations that couldn’t think their way out of a bathroom stall. I see about 5 of these guys standing around one Barbie doll chick (who also holds an IQ that you could scrape off the bottom of a shoe), and smile and laugh at every comment she makes and I don’t think the entire time any of them actually say anything. I gotta hand it to them, these girls can say “ohmygod” and “like” more rapid-fire than the rounds I could unload from an AK-47 on these pacifier-sucking pre-schoolers.
These tough-shyt ghetto and surfer boys wouldn’t even know how to make a threat to me, let alone carry it out.
Time for a drink…