Sunday, August 2, 2015

Can I pour you another, Mr Salinger?

With all the gorgeous half-naked women strutting around flashing their perfect boobs and ass at you, and you're only staring up at your wife on the stripper pole, adoringly, like a douchebag...

Means you recently got in some trouble and now must kiss her ass in public.

It's just as phony as Tom Cruise, jumping on Oprah's couch declaring, "I love this woman!"

Oh really douchebag? No one believes you.

People aren't stupid.

And how is that love today, Mr Cruise? Oh right. They're not together anymore.

Or,

Rather,

Simply put,

As Dawn, would say, "What a pussy."

Before I agree with her statement I must first untuck my blouse on one side, undo a few bottom buttons, pop open a can of PBR, stroll outside, stand in the alleyway, take a big drink of beer slurping the spillage off my thumb, scratch my little tummy, hence then and only then pontificate, "Yup."

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