Sunday, September 4, 2011

You're 16, You're Beautiful, and You're Mine

… "Said Ed Gein to the trundled up streetwalker."

… "Not in 16 states, she's not. Perv."

… "Says who? Women aren't property, buddy! What kind of fucked up Pleasentville 1950s military-industrial complex white misogynist bullshit are you into, asshole?"

You're a creepy, creepy guy, Johnny Burnette, and I'd wish you'd stop being creepy at least once every 4 hours over the speakers at my job. You're more awkward than the Beatles song where the purpose of love precludes non-binary sexual identity.

Plus, you're totally not helping the tween paranormal romance fans not stare at pale older dudes.

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