DiscoDollLee is a captivating, intoxicating individual. Around DiscoDollLee, birds suddenly appear, and choruses of angels sing hymns to DiscoDollLee's bonny face. Sadly, unless DiscoDollLee tells you more about DiscoDollLee, this is all you'll ever know about DiscoDollLee.
Whuh? Where'd that come from? I'm soo confused! Why is everything different?? Birds suddenly appear 'cause they love my reaction when they crap on my freshly waxed car.
I <3 my car. It's a darling little white Suzi Aerio GS. It's still under construction (Imports are rad, but they're fucking expensive and confusing to fix and customize). I once dated a male model, OMFG was he a drama queen. That little pussy used to always start those fucked up conversations chicks usually do ... always beginning with "Why don't you ever talk to me about your feeeeelings???" Ya know, all whiney like. I always tense up when I hear those words. The first time he said that I laughed and said "What are you?? A Woman???!" ..... he burstd into tears, bawling at the coffee house ... AWKWARD.
So one day he was having another cry-baby moment and he started on my car. "You care more about that car than you do me!!"
moi: "yeah, probably"
lui: "(pause) .... Well I think your care is stupid! It's just an ugly big chunk of metal! You shouldn't care about it more than meee I'm flesh and bone and wah wah wah waaaaaaah"
moi: "Yeah um, you know what? you're fired"
lui: "What?"
moi: "don't ever talk about my car like that. You take care, kay?"
He started crying (AGAIN) I got up, walked out and revved my Ricer for all to see before peeling out of the parking lot.
The moral of the story here? My car is my woman. Don't talk shit.
Whuh? Where'd that come from? I'm soo confused! Why is everything different?? Birds suddenly appear 'cause they love my reaction when they crap on my freshly waxed car.
I <3 my car. It's a darling little white Suzi Aerio GS. It's still under construction (Imports are rad, but they're fucking expensive and confusing to fix and customize). I once dated a male model, OMFG was he a drama queen. That little pussy used to always start those fucked up conversations chicks usually do ... always beginning with "Why don't you ever talk to me about your feeeeelings???" Ya know, all whiney like. I always tense up when I hear those words. The first time he said that I laughed and said "What are you?? A Woman???!" ..... he burstd into tears, bawling at the coffee house ... AWKWARD.
So one day he was having another cry-baby moment and he started on my car. "You care more about that car than you do me!!"
moi: "yeah, probably"
lui: "(pause) .... Well I think your care is stupid! It's just an ugly big chunk of metal! You shouldn't care about it more than meee I'm flesh and bone and wah wah wah waaaaaaah"
moi: "Yeah um, you know what? you're fired"
lui: "What?"
moi: "don't ever talk about my car like that. You take care, kay?"
He started crying (AGAIN) I got up, walked out and revved my Ricer for all to see before peeling out of the parking lot.
The moral of the story here? My car is my woman. Don't talk shit.