America's Coolness at Stake

[napoleonic3]

You live next door to a clean-cut, quiet guy. He never plays loud music or throws raucous parties. He doesn't gossip over the fence, just smiles politely and offers you some tomatoes. His lawn is cared-for, his house is neat as a pin and you get the feeling he doesn't always lock his front door. He wears Dockers. You hardly know he's there

Comments

[new_empathy]

I thought you didn't believe in Canada Mike! So if you now believe in Canada, does this mean you now believe in Whitneyville (not whitneyland)?

[napoleonic3]

Canada is to good to be real, and whitneyland is just plain silly.

[new_empathy]

i'm sick of all this mindless drivel that we fill our lives with every day. I'm sick of opening my big mouth and subjecting myself to ridicule. I'm sick of feeling like a fucking idiot every day and i'm just plain sick of being me . . . .

Fuck whitneyville, fuck machias, fuck canada, and fuck everything. I just fucking give up.