I know you've been up all night wondering what decision I made last night. Which little voice did I listen to? The one telling me to stay in, go to bed early or the one telling me to party and stay up late? Well, I listened to both. I stayed in, watched a movie, had cocktails with a girlfriend, and stayed up too late. Gordon's Vodka is the devil by the way. What kind of ethanol is in it to make you feel so terrible in the morning. I have to stick with the good stuff. With age comes wisdom.
So, the movie. The Kids Are Alright. I don't know where to begin. A lesbian can have sex with a dude? First a nun lies to me and now lesbians can cheat on other lesbians with guys? I don't understand. This goes against nature....or nurture...or whatever it is you believe in. But they are still lesbians? And lesbians watch gay male porn? It's a world gone mad, I tell you.
I really don't know what to believe anymore.
New hardcore rap is called horrorcore, but they dress like black hipsters. Blipsters as a friend called it recently. (I love this term.) I'm not sad to see the saggy pants leave the scene, but I'm not sure I like the idea of all men - gay or straight - wearing skinny jeans either. Like I need to feel like thunder thighs next to a bunch of guys. I call bullshit.
So a nun, a lesbian and a blipster walk into a bar. I hope they all drink Gordon's.
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