Weekends are like the girl at school with daddy issues that gives blow jobs in the boys bathroom (to an extent). Before I continue I'd just like to advise everyone who knows this girl to give her a hug, tell her everything is going to be ok, then refer her to me because I got a management plan she can abide by that'll make her negative release profitable. She could make a chunk a change. Anyway, weekends are like her because there a silly tease. Your willing to wait all week and endure hell in shit classes just for the satisfaction of what can only be described as a quickie. Alls I'm saying is that its such a tease in that its got a big rep but ain't got shit to show for it. Its okay though, we still work for the weekend.
This weekend I went to Targét, a beautiful little french boutique a couple miles from home that just has the most adorable little things. Despite my being in a french store - (oh and by French i mean Republican owned American corporation) - I acted promptly as any American bred boy does. I SHOPPED! I really don't NEED anything but I sure as mother fucking WANT everything. I am American, we have got to establish that first and foremost. So, as an American not only am I a total capitalistic consumer whore but I'm also a fat ass. I love fatty salty fried things. And since my Nutri system frozen delicioucities have yet to come in the mail, I remain a fatty of boombaty proportions. Let's just say I wasn't eyeballin' those bikini's for myself as much as them fatty, salty, friend treats in the "food court". But I quickly remembered I had just eaten about 12 minutes prior to my deep state of "yum yum." So i turned around and saw some beautiful fake me out gafas that I just had to get, it was the only thing in the store that fit me. I tried them on and I looked like a douche in just about all of them (sans the mountain doo). Until i found some wanna-be ray bans and i got them, bought them and put them on. I felt complete, until the compulsion and overall joy of getting something new died out (remember it only has a .5 sec. lifespan). So now I'm bored and hungry, awaiting my Nutri System, looking a Bikini catalouges and planning another way to which expeirence that .5 sec joy of getting something NEW.
This weekend I went to Targét, a beautiful little french boutique a couple miles from home that just has the most adorable little things. Despite my being in a french store - (oh and by French i mean Republican owned American corporation) - I acted promptly as any American bred boy does. I SHOPPED! I really don't NEED anything but I sure as mother fucking WANT everything. I am American, we have got to establish that first and foremost. So, as an American not only am I a total capitalistic consumer whore but I'm also a fat ass. I love fatty salty fried things. And since my Nutri system frozen delicioucities have yet to come in the mail, I remain a fatty of boombaty proportions. Let's just say I wasn't eyeballin' those bikini's for myself as much as them fatty, salty, friend treats in the "food court". But I quickly remembered I had just eaten about 12 minutes prior to my deep state of "yum yum." So i turned around and saw some beautiful fake me out gafas that I just had to get, it was the only thing in the store that fit me. I tried them on and I looked like a douche in just about all of them (sans the mountain doo). Until i found some wanna-be ray bans and i got them, bought them and put them on. I felt complete, until the compulsion and overall joy of getting something new died out (remember it only has a .5 sec. lifespan). So now I'm bored and hungry, awaiting my Nutri System, looking a Bikini catalouges and planning another way to which expeirence that .5 sec joy of getting something NEW.
Preach Medranochav Preach. and nice simile for the weekend. couldnt have said it better me self.
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