Of course. And if we were closer together, we could go out, get drunk, and pity each other till dawn. That just ain't happening. But you, you get to go out and find someone to pity you, and give you pity sex. Me? I have to give myself pity sex. That justs not the same.
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You have my pitty either way!
hmm...that sounded weird - like something my younger brother would say.
I meant to sound compassionate, yet I don't think it came across that way.
Perhaps it's time to go to bed.
Anyway, sorry!
:)
Chase(you know who)
Chase? Chevy Chase? Wow! Chevy Chase reads my blog. Wait until I tell my friends at work.
Wait. I don't have any friends at work. I don't have any friends, period. Damn!
Now nobody will know Chevy Chase reads my blog. Damn!
J/K Sarah. Thanks.
Chevy Chase WAS here...
I kidnapped him. He's currently writing my philosophy paper. (god save us all)
I saw Chevy Chase in a restauraunt in East Hampton once. He was with his wife at the bar.
Oh wait, that was Alan Alda I saw. So never mind my last post.
I have pity for you if you have pity for me! Pity exchange, ya' know?
Of course. And if we were closer together, we could go out, get drunk, and pity each other till dawn. That just ain't happening. But you, you get to go out and find someone to pity you, and give you pity sex. Me? I have to give myself pity sex. That justs not the same.
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