Monday, April 11, 2005
I don't know if you've ever been to a place where you're expected to
haggle, but I have. And it's HORRIBLE! I think I'd have less
performance anxiety taking a dump on stage at Carnagie Hall to a full
house than trying to argue a couple of bucks off of whatever piece of
meaningless tripe I'm trying to add to the detritus of my existance.
Consequently I wind up making wildly ridiculous starting offers.
Also... car salesmen? POW! SOCK! RIGHT TO THE MOON!
Anna Nicole, Stripped!
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