December 2010
2 posts
Broads
There’s not a lot in this life that shuts me up.
A gun in my face at two in the morning? Sure.
“Pretty Pat” thinkin I fucked him over for an eight-ball of meth? Why not.
Dyeing in a cubicle? Of course.
But nothing shuts me up more than you broads.
Maybe it was an overbearing mother. Maybe it was because my first solid girlfriend used to beat me the fuck up (shut your...