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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
This is dedicated to the dude with a half opened buttoned down, receding hairline, waxed chest and his 'friends' at a certain establishment that was hosting a trivia quiz last night:
I know, I know. It's been a scorching couple of days. I can empathize with maybe accidentally being three sheets to the wind due to the alcohol X sun rays effect (by the way, your skin was redder than a fresh coat of whore's lipstick). But, you're like what - 40? When someone says to shut the hell up when you're yelling the answers out constantly please have the decency to stop the rush of testoterone you're obviously missing - and not call this person outside to fight while throwing things across the room and swearing at the top of your lungs. Entertaining sure, in some ways; but, in others, downright sad. I'm sorry you got tossed out - twice. Get some sunscreen - a parasol - some rogaine - and maybe, some new friends that will know when it's time to take you home and put you to beddy-bye with a cold wash cloth on your forehead.
---Be wary of the rays