Whoredom
“I like chewing gum.” coming from a early-teen cheerleader; the voice demands a disdainful shudder. That phrase, for whatever reason, etched into my mind for several days. It's like a bad case of rabies with the whole foaming at the mouth... But it triggered a course of memories, flash backs to `nam... I mean, the days in yearbooks or better known as high school.
Anther phrase kick started thoughts, “And he was like whatever (squels) and I was like whatever!” that almost throttled my hurling reflex, but irony had it that the Commercial was being played during a break in the an episode of southpark titled “I'm a stupid whore”. A throbbing commentary about Paris Hilton. During reflexion of the scotched taped replay of that commercial in my mind while watching south park I asked myself the question, are we (society) celebrating status-defining vanity and whorish irresponsibility?
In the greek system I encountered many “sorarsituts” who demonstrate the advantage of an upper class upbringing with listening to great thinkers of our time like 50 cent. (Pronounced fiddy.) And using their advanced college vocabulary of along the lines of “Crunk” and in speaking in phrases like the famed valley girls. They also dress in step with Paris Hilton, the current role model for young girls who want to get ahead in life. Their actions at fine fraternity balls, I mean dance parties and festive gathering are appropriate to the attire they wear. But let's not forget the fo-hawk sporting, tight shirt wearing, keystone drinking frat guys who yell in drunken incoherence “woo, yea! Woo, Yea!” repeatedly between bong hits and socializing with the fine ladies of the sororities. It is safe to say that college, is mired in Paris-like whoredom.
That brings another question to mind, what does Paris Hilton do? Why is she a house hold name? Can I too be a house-hold name if I release a porno with yours truly as the star. Perhaps the secret lies with the with terrible camera angles and the use of night-shot. Maybe Nobel winning?
Maybe I'm wrong to assume that whores are bad, they do wonders for entertaining the masses. And maybe the young cheerleader's commercial is stuck in my mind because the voice is so horrid that suicide is within my grasp, or perhaps the worse possibility of all... I'm a pervert.
Naw.
I prefer to get my ladies crunk. Wink.
“I like chewing gum.” coming from a early-teen cheerleader; the voice demands a disdainful shudder. That phrase, for whatever reason, etched into my mind for several days. It's like a bad case of rabies with the whole foaming at the mouth... But it triggered a course of memories, flash backs to `nam... I mean, the days in yearbooks or better known as high school.
Anther phrase kick started thoughts, “And he was like whatever (squels) and I was like whatever!” that almost throttled my hurling reflex, but irony had it that the Commercial was being played during a break in the an episode of southpark titled “I'm a stupid whore”. A throbbing commentary about Paris Hilton. During reflexion of the scotched taped replay of that commercial in my mind while watching south park I asked myself the question, are we (society) celebrating status-defining vanity and whorish irresponsibility?
In the greek system I encountered many “sorarsituts” who demonstrate the advantage of an upper class upbringing with listening to great thinkers of our time like 50 cent. (Pronounced fiddy.) And using their advanced college vocabulary of along the lines of “Crunk” and in speaking in phrases like the famed valley girls. They also dress in step with Paris Hilton, the current role model for young girls who want to get ahead in life. Their actions at fine fraternity balls, I mean dance parties and festive gathering are appropriate to the attire they wear. But let's not forget the fo-hawk sporting, tight shirt wearing, keystone drinking frat guys who yell in drunken incoherence “woo, yea! Woo, Yea!” repeatedly between bong hits and socializing with the fine ladies of the sororities. It is safe to say that college, is mired in Paris-like whoredom.
That brings another question to mind, what does Paris Hilton do? Why is she a house hold name? Can I too be a house-hold name if I release a porno with yours truly as the star. Perhaps the secret lies with the with terrible camera angles and the use of night-shot. Maybe Nobel winning?
Maybe I'm wrong to assume that whores are bad, they do wonders for entertaining the masses. And maybe the young cheerleader's commercial is stuck in my mind because the voice is so horrid that suicide is within my grasp, or perhaps the worse possibility of all... I'm a pervert.
Naw.
I prefer to get my ladies crunk. Wink.
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