Friday, August 05, 2005

Ah, to be "that guy." You know, that guy at the bar who is silently singing along with every song on the tv screen. He's the guy who seems to know all the dance moves from the latest Britney and J Lo videos, knows every lyric ever spoken by Jay-Z, and actually thinks it's appropriate he insert the word "crunk" into his vocabulary? And he knows EVERY SINGLE FREAKING SONG that comes on. Dude, get a life, 'cause you're going home alone. You deserve to be hung from your toenails while a small syndicate of over-sugared children play piƱata on your ass with a splintered two-by-four.