Imagine you're a blonde-haired blue-eyed college sudent walking down the street with a gaggle of attractive women. You're looking suave, feeling good about your "chances" and then all of a sudden some FREAK in a bathrobe (Yes, bathrobe) stares you down from the passenger side of a pickup. STARES. You feel uncomfortable, and stare back, uttering a single, solitary syllable: "what?"
Immediately, without recourse or contemplation, the answer comes: a hyper-extended middle finger, the rudest of all gestures, jolting your cognitive system back into defense mode.
Sucka, you just got a bad case of the "supersucker drive-by blues"... care of yours truly.
deal.
Immediately, without recourse or contemplation, the answer comes: a hyper-extended middle finger, the rudest of all gestures, jolting your cognitive system back into defense mode.
Sucka, you just got a bad case of the "supersucker drive-by blues"... care of yours truly.
deal.