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Wanna know what makes me feel sad?
15 years ago
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HOs!
Remember all that talk I had going about how I hate hos. I have rivalries with people who completely embodie everything this is being a ho... and how I just don't understand how... we as a society can't stand hos. They're unacceptable. If a ho lived in your neighborhood they'd be mocked and teased... unless their pimp was a real badass. Yet at the same time a lot of hos are admired and loved so greatly. Look at the rivals I have who I always butt heads with and make fun of. Look how they dress.
They a ho.
Look at how they act.
They a ho.
Look at what they want their friends to do.
They a ho.
Look at how they WANT people to see them.
They sure ass... a ho.
Everything from the art they post, the way they act, and how I'm sure their homes smell like dried up cum... says they're hos. All of them. Sure, some are bigger hos... but a ho by any other name is still a ho. I mean... I've looked and there isn't a single aspect that I can see on them... that would conflict that they are, in fact, a ho.
So while I was going on about hos one friend of one ho got uppity. Notiriously someone who has had a lot of problems, and they have very little self esteem and a lot of depression. He came to white night for his little ho friend because she makes him feel special. Well, that's what a ho does. A ho makes someone who isn't special FEEL special. It's in the ho creedo.
So there's a TV commercial that reminds me of the discussions I had with the friend of a ho.
A guy in a therapists office sitting there saying "And I guess the color yellow just makes me feel sad..."
Then the therapists goes on...
"Wanna know what makes me feel sad... YOU DO! MAYBE we should chug on over to mamby pampy land and find some SELF CONFIDENCE FOR YOU YOU JACKWAGON! Tissue?" tosses the box of tissues at the guy "Crybaby"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhlWddAXSRA
Remember all that talk I had going about how I hate hos. I have rivalries with people who completely embodie everything this is being a ho... and how I just don't understand how... we as a society can't stand hos. They're unacceptable. If a ho lived in your neighborhood they'd be mocked and teased... unless their pimp was a real badass. Yet at the same time a lot of hos are admired and loved so greatly. Look at the rivals I have who I always butt heads with and make fun of. Look how they dress.
They a ho.
Look at how they act.
They a ho.
Look at what they want their friends to do.
They a ho.
Look at how they WANT people to see them.
They sure ass... a ho.
Everything from the art they post, the way they act, and how I'm sure their homes smell like dried up cum... says they're hos. All of them. Sure, some are bigger hos... but a ho by any other name is still a ho. I mean... I've looked and there isn't a single aspect that I can see on them... that would conflict that they are, in fact, a ho.
So while I was going on about hos one friend of one ho got uppity. Notiriously someone who has had a lot of problems, and they have very little self esteem and a lot of depression. He came to white night for his little ho friend because she makes him feel special. Well, that's what a ho does. A ho makes someone who isn't special FEEL special. It's in the ho creedo.
So there's a TV commercial that reminds me of the discussions I had with the friend of a ho.
A guy in a therapists office sitting there saying "And I guess the color yellow just makes me feel sad..."
Then the therapists goes on...
"Wanna know what makes me feel sad... YOU DO! MAYBE we should chug on over to mamby pampy land and find some SELF CONFIDENCE FOR YOU YOU JACKWAGON! Tissue?" tosses the box of tissues at the guy "Crybaby"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhlWddAXSRA
Seriously man. CALM DOWN! Take a deep breath... Yes...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMe3WDmxBEI&feature=related