I use homemade jukes in a world full of spin buttons to show opponents that assumptions always miss something.
Times running and I'll take a jukebox over a juice-box, despite what Gorilla Zoe has to say. I need motivation in a different way when my truth is on display, so I casually stay blacker than black around fifty shades of grey.
Would you say bi-curiosity kills cats every day?
I tend to paraphrase, but if you're hearing AIDS then you're less likely to misconstrue what I have to say, so help those with hearing aids out of disarray.
Please.
Thank you.
And you're welcome.
For the impolite I up my manners dramatically... and some. It's the least I can do since I'm naturally handsome... charming... eloquent... articulate... gifted. I could go on, but coming from me it's way less authentic. Wouldn't you agree?
It's easy to see who's self-aware because those who aren't visibly don't care. Like confederate flags at the state fair, it's not always about the right to be there. At this stage of the game, I realized no one's playing fair, so I asked God for the freedom to go Ric Flair (receiving several "no's" through fervent prayer).
Unfortunately, slapping foes in the chest with clues as I taunt them and their followers with "wooo"s isn't exactly what I'm supposed to do, so I'm adding a few hues to inconvenient news. I can choose to impact without causing a bruise, but it's hard to baby blues that come in terrible twos.