ch 3
you got someone coming round? you sure about that? i am sitting at lunch with the rents trying to think of anything else besides the current conversation of the new high kids implement to deal with being kids. apparently they are suffocating themselves through rope hanging off trees or closets and then having friends cut them lose prior to death. the blood and oxygen of a barely living soul rushes to the head producing euphoria. great. reminds me of a lot of things.
meanwhile, in the background is a ridiculous 007 movie. i'm not sure exactly which one but there's definitely a midget involved. he's got an attitude too. it's starring roger moore who it the dean cain of james bond.
it's wierd, how does 007 get so much pussy? he really does. he's a good looking, charming mo-fo but dang, girls see him and just scream "no condoms necessary".
but then i was thinking, i'd still rather be jimmy paige. they are different and yet the same. highlights of each:
james bond:
1. good looking british dude
2. gets to do spy shit
3. fucks every hot chick he encounters
4. license to kill
5. fictional
6. pussy-galore*
jimmy paige:
1. good looking brithish dude
2. gets to rock for a loving
3. fucks every hot chick he encounters (at least prior to turning 50)
4. sampled in license to ill
5. non-fictional
6. drugs-galore*
*sweetness
so i think i'd rather be jimmy paige because he's a real life badass. plus when he wasn't rocking out, he was hanging out with the likes of sean colms. god damn that wasn't a fucking resume killer.
posted by fillshe @ 12:29 PM
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