Lessons from Saturday night:
(1) 40's of King Cobra go unsurprisingly well with bad cinema
(2) Parents just don't understand (nod to Jazzy Jeff and Will Smith)
(3) The best way to be "different" is to wander around in huge mobs chanting stupid songs, wearing identical ugly green parkas and taking non-descript drugs in the form of blue pills
well, if I wanted to wander around recklessly abusing unknown drugs and wearing bad clothing, I'd just be friends with Lindsay Lohan, thank you very much.
On a related note: Is there any way to yell "Hey, nice scooter!" to someone riding around on a vespa without sounding like a complete asshole? Reader input greatly appreciated.
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