those youtube videos of popular songs, where instead of a video or one image throughout, it’s just a collection of completely random images that match whatever word was just said? For example “Big hands I know you’re the one” would be a picture of a man with GIANT HANDS” or if at some point the words are “Hold me, thrill me” you would see a picture of people riding on a roller coaster. I don’t understand, is this somebody from Pakistan or Brazil who is “so-totally-into” these English songs, that they need to make a cool video about it, when they’re not playing Playstation 1 games? They’re totally good at using their computers slideshow application, but have a very loose grasp on the English Language? I mean, I for one wouldcommend them for trying to better their foreign language skills, but if this is a 12 year old kid from Massachusetts, stop.
They start at 4:30a.m. and never shut the fuck up.
“Shit. This isn’t curvy-woman-in-catwoman-mask-and-tail it’s boob-tattoo-lady-with-steven-tyler-mouth-does-a-ginger.”
You could fit like 7 dude-looks-like-a-ladies in that mouth.
This is what my life has come to.
After being together for three years Ryan is moving out. It’s been a long time coming, what with all the fooling around with people when the other person wasn’t home, IN THE SAME ROOM WE BOTH SLEPT IN, EVEN. Oh, there’s that, and then there’s the whole part where he’s become a stranger this past year, never home, sleeping God-knows-where, and staying out in the city til all hours of the night. Drinking PBR out of bottles instead of Miller High Life like you used to. Sometimes, he was home, and all we had to say to each other was “Hello.” and it would make me think of the nights we’d spend getting dick-housed together all last year. And I remember the time he moved out of his room in that house and his bed was pressed up against mine to save space. And now his room is empty, just like that awkward “Hello.” And all I’ve got to remember him by is a couple of xbox 360 games that I won’t be able to play without his console, and a longing to finish all of the Netflix shows I started watching. I weep.
I tried to cram as many casual homosexual allusions as possible into that blurb while still managing to talk about real things that happened. I think I did pretty well though. But we never touched butts or anything (sadly). Anyway, Ryan,
May the force be with you. Always.