It's sad and pathetic and I can't even keep that little dog from giving me attitude. Fuck you little dog. I have thumbs. I so rule. Sure cute girls will pick you up and ooo and ahhh over your adorable nature but I know your secret. To me you will always be a punk. Take that 'look' back to Jersey Shore and never darken my doorway again. I have a cat on speed dial who will kick your ass for the cost of a bag of cat yum yums. Excuse me? You telling me to just call him then? Fine, it's your funeral.
Is this a ploy? A Blue Yak-like scheme to beg validation from the washed masses? I am sorry. I can't answer you. My tears are making it hard to see the letters on my keyboard.
(What? Too much? Not sincere enough? I'll do it you know. I will stop posting if I don't get at least 10 comments. Damn. Played my hand too soon didn't I? Should have started with a higher number and negotiated down right? Why don't you like me?)
