Don't Trust Anyone With a Snooch

OR: Why Girls Are Weird. This is directly related to Produce Pete situation with Produce Pam. What would management say!

Like seriously though. What the fuck is up with vagina owners. (That includes the he-she Britney fan.) Like one thing just makes them all mad and like double you tee FUCK.

I feel like I need a woman's perspective but really who are we kidding. No girls read this blog. Maybe just Wanda that one time I mentioned I started a blog and then like a week later she almost died. Which I probably would have blogged about because it would be one of those deaths that like in five years you would look back on and be like "If there's anyway to go, I want to go out like THAT." Except without all the fists. (That sounds really dirty and no, I won't clarify.)

But anyway, like, girls, we guys do some stupid things. And you do too. I mean like we're in high school. Some victimless crimes. Or super-victimsless because we didn't even know we'd want to tap that ass at the time. Also, like, we're in high school. And its not like this sat around for months and it was all serious. And did I mention we're in high school. And like Laguna Beach wasn't real.

But anyway, Produce Pete, I hope she comes to her senses. I know how tender and gentle a lover you can be. What with that baby soft skin. And the hair! I can talk to her if you want. Oh, you don't. Like I really think I might be able to... Alright.

Oh, and one last thing. I hope to be blogging regularly but last week it seemed I was never home and awake for more than twenty minutes. And, fucking college apps. Expect a post soon on how much I hate those and two Asians I know. Flied Lice?