cats hate on your style while they rock wayfarers and boat shoes with some Northface to compliment
girls buy you drinks
$10 is all you need to get a good night out started
girls overtly mention that they're fucking you 2 hours in advance
you can't remember the last time you paid cover or waited in line. anywhere.
girls pay your cab fare home
you guard your phone like a muslim's virginity
it's hard to roll anywhere downtown without seeing girls you've known in the biblical sense
you've got more flags in various countries than most guys have total
you pull the sweet birds and you pull the slags
you sit at work in the clothes you wore out last night...and still look better than your colleagues.
you're on the way out the door with a Brazilian bird and some girls outs you for the tranny you made out with. Glibly you blow this off and roger the B. bird in the kitchen, bedroom, and living room of your apartment.
...buy the ticket, take the ride.
Be who and what you are. Fuck the haters. Live, move forward, and don't look back. -With Greatest Affection
In other news, a member of my rogues gallery has been on a slag spree as of late. Feast or famine.