Seems to be how the majority of my convo’s go. It used to bother me, I used to think it was cause I was boring. But then I grew up and realized how ill I am. Now I know that it’s the other person that’s boring, at least for the moment at hand. Now when I get into these things I have one of two things in mind: I’m going to make this ass talk for as long as possible or how long will it take for my awesome social skills to take effect?
I’m hyped and all but if there’s one thing I’m not looking forward to, it’s the bitches. Yes, I mean bitches. Not to get them confused with the ladies. Through past experiences, there’s always that bunch of girls that lose their god damn cool when the main act comes on. (sidenote: the bitches be loving Cudder) I understand that you’re excited, we all are. But for fucks sake, keep some composure, please! I plan on being in the front row and would really appreciate it if no bitch ass bitches (necessary ebonics) pushed their sweaty asses all the way to where I’ll be, getting everyone they run into pissed, yelling and shit about how they’re doing nothing wrong and trying to start a fight with anyone that has a problem with their obnoxious behavior.
But I digress, a man can dream. Cuuuuuudliiiiiife.