on our way to the watering skeezer hole before leaving good old parkdale we see this woman outside a pizza parlor, standing there screaming at the top of her lungs, something, over and over again and everyone is acting like it isn’t happening and avoiding her side of the street altogether. her hair sucked. she was kind of fat. she had coke bottle glasses. and her clothes also sucked.
this is what she was screaming:
POLISH PEOPLE SAID,
MY DAUGHTER IS BAD!
over and over and over again, like it was a chant. noel said that the people who propriet the pizza place are polish and so maybe they told her that her daughter was bad and she is informing parkdale that polish people told her that one day while she was eating pizza and she did not like that they said her daughter was bad.
at first i thought she was saying that her daughter was a bed, because it rhymed better with said and i thought that scream rhyme chanting is way cool by far.
julka, i am too lazy to go find your email address so here are the rest you drunk artfag. there are more actually but they’re all pretty much the same crap over and over.
jamie got one of my dumb shirts because he is part of the nerdy raymi culture online movement phenomenon of snobbery and such. more of you bitches need to be purchasing my shirts. or perhaps i need to draw something better. and cuter. ok i’ll do that now. or later. or tomorrow. i’m hanging with parkdalemiddleton tonite and also kristin and some other arty girls after that who like unicorns and knitting and mothers-in-law…hopefully we will be sporting matching jogging suits. today i don’t feel crabby because we didn’t booze last nite and it’s amazing how a nite of sobriety can turn the morning after into a whole new world.
incredible.
i added matthew good and jen and fil as new writers to my blog.
finally watched the terminal. it is entertaining and it is also complete bullshit and it seems really long and by the time you get to the ending you are mad and flabbergasted. and not one person tells off the one villain of the movie so you are waiting for that to happen and it never does and you feel gypped and then you go to bed angry.
women who complain about the objectification of women are irritating as crap and men who complain about the objectification of women are spineless pussies who are dating the women who complain about the objectification of women and they can get out of my life and shut up.
why don’t you burn some KISS records while you are at it?
why bother getting annoyed by ads of girls in bikinis selling toothpaste and deep fryers, that shit is FUNNY because advertisers who stoop to that level are desperate and you should find that funny and if the ad is pulled off properly enough then you should find it SEXY.
stop claiming to be a feminist also.
Y A W N.
don’t delude yourself and say i am a feminist so i can be promiscuous and i am intelligent because i read a few books about existentialism.
you are a skanky ho bag and you sleep around you are not a feminist.
in summation, women who complain about seeing hot babes in magazine ads are fat and jealous.
