If you're handsome and you know it, clap your hands
that way, you can applaud yourself and i won't have to.
and just maybe it will keep you so busy, you won't have time to screw with me.
i'm very proud of you for being good-looking, and rich, and helping sick kids . but you are an ass. and no amount of volunteer work will change that. if you couldn't brag about it, you wouldn't do it.
call me when you break up with yourself.
posted by Nora @ Thursday, October 07, 2004
1 Comments:
I started to clap my hands because of how handsome I was. Then I realized that it wasn't for a good reason that I was clapping. I was clapping because you got your heart stomped on by a self-absorbed, ego-maniacal, pharasee-like, handsome, ninja, doctor of death... and that is nothing to clap about.
You should cast away such things and think no more of them. As the good book says: Cast such ninja-pharasee doctors from your midst as you see fit; for such things are an abomination to me, and though their countenances be fair, and their surgical instruments be of exceedingly fine craftsmanship, their hearts are cold and 3 sizes too small; they heap unto themselves the vain-glories of men, and do clap mightily long into the night to declare their attractiveness to the children of men; such are spawn of sheep and men, an unholy breed that doth reap only what it has sown: corn.
So n, don't waste your time with such an one as he, even if he does break up with himself. Be strong, and know that better is out there for you.
So if you're self-confident, smart, sucessful, fun, and pretty, clap your hands. psssst... that's you!
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