Lately I have been going out to the bars on the weekends for a drink or two. What I am seeing is very discouraging. Everyone in the bar thinks they have achieved 'superstar' status. Everyone thinks that he or she is the most special thing in the entire universe. I approached a pretty woman last week and asked her how she was doing. I expected: "Good, thank you. How are you?" What I got was a tad different. She quipped: "I am a fucking rock star." After that comment I did not feel the need to pick up the thread of conversation. I let the lil rocker party her lil ass off in a corner.
That lil rocker believes that a gold dingleberry drops into jasmine-scented water when she gives her tush a shake. Poor thang. Her doo is the same as everyone else's doo.
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