Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Confidential to the guy at The Pub ...

The one with the TWO Blackberries set side by side on the table.

The one who interrupted Adam's and my card game with lifeless banter: "I love modern art" -- said as he was playing with one of his cellular leashes.

The one who was hitting on the redhaired Aussie woman whose room he'll be subletting ...

Buddy, I hope you don't get carpal tunnel jacking off, because I don't know ANYBODY dumb enough to fuck you. And if you think telling a woman "let's be each other's emotional garbage disposals" is a good pickup line, you're a bigger douche than I originally gave you credit for.

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