Tonight was:
No, seriously. I'm staring out of a barred window at some reasonably attractive community college enthusiast with a price tag on her dignity. Ten bucks, I think it was. It's not that I dislike living in a place that constantly smells like a septic tanks ass, it's just that I'd like to be able to drink a glass of tap water without the fear of led poisoning, or, you know, go out for a walk without being shanked in the streets for drug money. It's a good thing I know Martial Arts. I think he has a gun in his apartment.
The Area is:
I was at a local diner getting ready to feast on the most expensive item on their menu (the $2.99 triple cheeseburger surprise) when I came across a thick, black pubic hair. It was long, but coarse and rough. Actually, it was fairly soft for a hair from the pubic region. It had a pleasant lavender scent. Whoever it belonged to used a nice shampoo. Not the dollar brand stuff, this was like Pantene or Dove. The good stuff. Anyway, I didn't bother complaining. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a passive person, it's just that I don't like arguing with people who speak English as a fourth language and have the comprehension of a Ritalin addicted second grader.
Closing thoughts:
Also, I hate horses. I always hear people raving about how great they are. Some people even say horses are beautiful... Whats beautiful about a horse? The flies around it's face? The huge chunk of shit it leaves behind? Christopher Reeves was rendered paraplegic thanks to a horse, not to mention the nasty fucking teeth. I heard they eat horses in Holland; I wouldn't even give them the satisfaction.
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