Why do people read the back of my shirt to me like I don't know what it says?
""I gotta ask...what's on the front?""
Like you know who he is ""Morrissey.""
""I saw him back in '92 for like 15 minutes here in Dallas then he walked off the stage.""
You, sir, are instantly more interesting...
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I now have copies of ""Meat is Murder"" and ""The Singles."" They supplement and complement my funky mood. I plan on putting ""How Soon is Now"" on repeat after lunch and letting it ride till someone (the office drama queen) complains.
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