8/12/05
old man- "excuse me miss, i dropped my prostate behind you... oh. oh my. why hello."
old lady with fake boobs and dark shades to hide her age- "hello yourself, moneybags. want to make the kind of love that is disturbing in not only a visual and audial way but also, is fucking disgusting even in vague theory? i have old leathery skin that needs attention. so much attention in fact that i filled it with artificial objects that sags of their own accord. its a completely different form of bodily decay! exciting right? what was the name on your credit card again? ahem, ahem, i mean what was your name again?"
adorable dog- "can you believe this shit? im gonna cover my own genitals with peanut butter tonight and go to town. that gold digger isnt the only one getting some tonight."
old man- "oh really? you dont find me disgusting? my money changes everything? me wearing this ridiculous apparel doesnt scare you away because i reek of old money and my widower status seems dignified? wow you have a lot to say and feel comfortable saying it. that means a lot to me, it really does. but i guess to get right down to the brass tacks here, ummmm would you like to go have some dinner tonight so i could stare at your gigantic fake mc'guppies over some lentil soup?