I'm the Mayor of my own Crazy Town. Sheriff, too.
What the hell do you mean–no one gives a shit, no one's listening? I'm sitting here listening and I feel unappreciated. Aileen Wuornos (hope I spelled that correctly) was considered a serial killer, and she was sorta female. Oh, Boyfriend, the dulcet tones of your voice. Why don't you join me in Florida? Willy Dunne Wooters' sight and hearing are so bad he won't even notice that you're in my bed. Now, wait a minute: You just said you'd pay off Gia's student loans if you can break up. That offer demonstrates that you want me. Gia, let him pay.Love,Janie
Okay, okay, I see how it goes. Please eat and chew directly into the mic, I LOVE it. No, really, I've come around. Really, it puts me in the moment, makes me feel like I am actually eating and thus, has helped me lose weight. (Is the reverse psychology working? It works less if I point it out, doesn't it?)I had no idea there is a racial divide over pumpkin/sweet potato pie."Do you want to talk about college sex or dog fucking?" Where else am I going to hear that magical collection of words if not this podcast?And if the guy is date raping this akita for an hour, does he change positions? Or is it all doggy style UP TOP! No? No high-five? I'll see myself out.
Happy Thanksgiving Gia!