She said..."I'm so fucking tired of the emo boy look. (Not the mention the phenomenon that comes with it.)
With their fucking tight shirts and tight pants.
Crappy glasses.
Longish dirty fuckin' hair.
Omg. Your hair. It's so cute. Let me touch it.
Your patches.
Your obscure bands.
Your name dropping.
Your sad girlfriends.
You wanna know something? You all smell like fucking hippies.
You should eat more. Eat more cow. Stop being such pussies.
I want to shove your moog into your urethra, punk.
I know. I know. You never thought the day would come.
It's just not cute anymore.
Hah, I'm an asshole. Whatever. You're boring me to death.
The next man I fuck is not going to snap in half. I can tell you that much"
oh hell yes. Thank the Goddess.
With their fucking tight shirts and tight pants.
Crappy glasses.
Longish dirty fuckin' hair.
Omg. Your hair. It's so cute. Let me touch it.
Your patches.
Your obscure bands.
Your name dropping.
Your sad girlfriends.
You wanna know something? You all smell like fucking hippies.
You should eat more. Eat more cow. Stop being such pussies.
I want to shove your moog into your urethra, punk.
I know. I know. You never thought the day would come.
It's just not cute anymore.
Hah, I'm an asshole. Whatever. You're boring me to death.
The next man I fuck is not going to snap in half. I can tell you that much"
oh hell yes. Thank the Goddess.