Party (& Bullshit) in the U.S.A
(via natashavc/molls/channel-z)
Is it meant to read like William Shatner’s Rocket Man, or like when white shitheads throw an ironic countryclub version of Boyz N Tha Hood, or did some pre-teen girl overcome with emotion from her first period really, sincerely write “infinite miles per hour?”
A few footnotes for the footnotist:
a. Whatever club in LA this bitch is going to in baggy jeans fresh off the turnip truck fucking sssuucks (Club DV8 / Menagé, I’m looking in your direction).
2. Unless this wide-eyed character looks like a total landmonster, the weekly forecast for those peachy, glossy lips calls for a big bag of dicks (ed. note: thank god!) from any bros willing to put up with her schizophrenia, her “strength,” and her bullshit about personal brand.
i. The title of my post comes from this
ii. Wale has an infinitely more accurate take on girls who come to LA
d. Do you think that, “Are you from Tennessee?” line works on her?
