So Im in an elevator the other day and if I can say so myself I was looking handsome. Now mind you Im not an attractive man quite ugly to be exact but a custom suit and few hundo dollar wingtips can dress up even a hilljack such as myself. Allow myself to introduce...myself!
The reason I mention this is not to be a big shot, which I am, but because besides me in the elevator was a messenger that looked the opposite of me...young black and disheveled. I want to point out the contrast. Good kid. He had a Mets hat on and we got along great talking baseball until around the tenth floor. At which point I cut a nasty one. End of conversation. Understood, I broke protocol.
Fourteenth floor opens and unfortunately its neither of our floors, enter an absolutely stunning beauty with tits to Timbuktu. She sniffs she smells she looks at me she looks at him she looks back at me as we both roll our eyes at the dirty messenger farter. We make small talk as we share our little secret of snobbery that makes us feel better than the aromatic elevator passenger beside us. Shame on her for letting pinstripes cloud her perception of the picante reality which was my lunch. Shame on me for allowing it to happen, but are you frickin kidding me she was hot. Every man for himself. So to the messenger in the Mets hats...my bad!
yet another Auroran rerun from March 31, 2006. I picked this one because of the METS angle, the fact that I ate Mexican for lunch, not to mention that I ran out of deodarant today so my scent, my musk is pretty rank.
LETS GO METS!
Whoomp!
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Let's see, wingtips, gas, wingtips, gas. Hmmmm a guy that wears wingtips but gets gas when he eats refries. I can take the gas! Just let me rub on those wingtips baby. Let me ride on daddy's leg. Oh yeah!
miss carnivorous!! i am appalled!!
APPARENTLY you are not the delicate flower you present yourself to be.
dude... wing-tips are totally gay.
Well it seems that Miss C (grab a seat little missy and hold on tight, this ride could get rough...you can hop on the other leg Anita) would disagree with you.
You know whats really gay, calling yourself "fashionisto", what are you a magician that sets himself on fire...frickin flamer.
this whole metrosexual thing is very confusing ...
it's like: men want it both ways.
so what else is new.
Trust me Anita, the only thing metro about me is my subway card. Sue me for dressing the part for business meetings, if I had my druthers Id wear a Jose Reyes or Harry Carson jersey to work everyday, but as my lacrosse coach used to say about his strict uniform policy..."you look like shit, you play like shit, you look good, you play good"
and donkeys are gay too.
I recall this when it was originally posted. Dont remember what I thought about it then, but since you've grown on me...I'll grant you a chuckle.
Miss Carnivorous, I think on one hand you are crass and lewd but on the other hand- it impresses me.
Wingtips aren't gay. Patents are gay.
Anita I am a slatern, a trollop of the first water!
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