Threadless Kid
Hey You! Yeah you, the kid who wears that same gay-ass threadless shirt every fuckin’ day! Yeah you know who you are. Well fuck you!
I walk by you every goddam day while you sit there sippin’ on your fuckin strawberry banana vivanno smoothie, listening to your fuckin’ “of Montreal” on your fuckin’ ipod touch while scribbling stupid notes into your fuckin’ moleskine notebook. And every god fuckin damn day you wear that gay-ass motherfuckin’ shirt. The one with the pink godzilla thing. Fuck that shirt.
I thought you were hip the first time I crossed you, standing outside of Olin library smokin’ your clove cigarette with that ironic shirt on from that noteably hip store based in Chicago. I thought your were makin’ a fuckin’ statement with those retro nike high-tops and those excessively large headphones. But hell no! It’s not a fuckin’ statement if you’re doin the same damn thing every day you infection-inducing douche bag!
Do you clean that piece a shit? I can assume not because you must wear it 80+ hours a week.
And I know you’re fully capable of changing clothes- I notice you have a semi-regular rotation of 3 pairs of jeans with the occasional salmon-colored shorts thrown in there. Not bad.
But how can I concentrate on your well-selected pant ensemble when your shirt is a constant crap zone? Show me a little bit of respect here you fuckstain.
I hope I’ve encouraged you to better examine your wardrobe before dressing tomorrow. Cuz if you don’t I’m gonna kick your fuckin’ ass!
Yeah! .. Fuck his infection and his insecurity to be seen without the shirt!
other then that I approve.
Other THAN Charps’s horrible grammar skills, I approve!