Yesterday was Walpurgisnacht and, in honor of old uncle Anton, I did a Working for Love, Hate and Desire.
Later, I went out to a bar and a rather good-looking girl started talking to me. It was pretty obvious she wanted something, but I held back a bit: she was just a little too cute to be that hard-up, unless there was something wrong. I kind of figured she had just been dumped or caught her boyfriend cheating on her and was eager to prove something to herself.
Turned out she was a Trotskyite, recruiting for the Socialist Freedom Party (now there's an oxymoron!).
Later, I went out to a bar and a rather good-looking girl started talking to me. It was pretty obvious she wanted something, but I held back a bit: she was just a little too cute to be that hard-up, unless there was something wrong. I kind of figured she had just been dumped or caught her boyfriend cheating on her and was eager to prove something to herself.
Turned out she was a Trotskyite, recruiting for the Socialist Freedom Party (now there's an oxymoron!).
oh yah thanks for the best worded compliment ever