2008mar22. So there I was, walking along under the covered archway of strip mall #913589a, passing this young metrosexual in tiger-attacked jeans and a t-shirt. No one else around. As I’m passing him, he kicks back his head and plaintively moans, “Ohhhh, I want to go tanning ... ” A part of me wanted to turn to him and say “I’m not your sugar daddy, sweetie.” Perhaps he hadn’t noticed I was passing him at the time, you know how the youth are so self-absorbed. When GDep2 rolls in, we will eat them.
We will eat them.
