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Originally posted by taxwonk
But I do not think I'm forever young, asshat. I am old. I like it. It gives me perspective. It gives me judgement. It reduces the time I have to spend on my hair. Best of all, it allows me to ignore stupid shit that the younger crowd thinks is so fucking important. Like appletinis, big ass clunky shoes that look amazingly like what janitors wear, dating in general, and worrying about whatever restaurant is trendy at the moment.
Call me a Peter Pan again, and I'll get ahold of your Mama and she'll have your ass chicken hawking in Times Square all summer vacation, you little piece of shit.
Love,
Taxwonk
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Classic post.
Those clunky shoes are not attractive or stylish - they are clown shoes and they look like shit with a suit. Nothing says "dumb kid" like a nitwit in a Hugo Boss suit and fat thick soled clunkers. Not only are those wheels reminiscent of what a janitor would wear, they are also similar to the sort of medically corrective shoes worn by the elderly, handicapped and mentally retarded. I find it perfectly fitting that Kenneth Cole and Ferragamo have made a mint selling shoes for the retarded to the crowd of people who tend to buy those clunky shoes.
Fruity "martini" = fruity drinker. I'll have a bourbon on the rocks, my wife can have the fucking appletini. If you have a penis and you need your booze lathered in fruit juice, you probably give great head.
Trendy restaurants make me thank god I never "clubbed." Although it is damn funny to watch what passes for Eurotrash in Philly.
