djshitboy

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, twit. Look at me rhyming. I love myself, and as usual, hate indigents.

I read the entire script on joblo.com just for fun. I caught alot of the dialogue that I missed in the actual movie.

"You spin a dreidel, McDermott, not a menorah. You spin a dreidel." "Oh my God. Bateman, do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes? Some latkes?" Splendid is an understatement.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

I bet you can't say that with a straight face.

I just said that, you dolt. Tonic promoters are the worst, however.

You said nobody would care. You were right. Nobody cares. I reply to everything, but I don't give a shit. It's not as if its a task to reply. I simply click on -- ready for this? -- "reply" and type in a few keystrokes. End yourself.

Promotions presented in this fashion only hurt the party, in my opinion. Kind of like how VIP-TECH promotes. It's annoying.

I rented that movie from Blockbuster three months ago and I have yet to return it. I especially like the scene in the beginning when he gets yelled at by the barmaid and he calls her a "fucking bitch"

I saw this hot girl today with those huge, enormous Dior sunglasses and a nasty expression on her face looking at me. I have never seen more attitude than that. Never. I mean, those things are just fucking immense. I thought to myself "Jackie O, she's not, but with a flick of the collar, she would be ideal." Anyway, as it turns out, I knew her from school. So, of course she bought me coffee and I told her I was recently in Napa for Michael Milken's charity event when Rush Limbaugh opened his "mystery" wine to reveal a 1953 Laffite. I lied, of course. She was impressed to say the least.

I was just in the kitchen reading long and foster's extraordinary property's catalogue when I saw Kanye West (a pro-collar up)on mtv in his new video "jesus walks" with his blazer/suit jacket collar up! wtf Is this acceptable?. I tried it with my old high school blazer and I dont know...it felt wierd...rock the blazer collar up?

Back from my bike ride to Edgewater. The bike ride did me good, I think I will do it tommorow. I bought an underarmour shirt and bike pants today so I dont have to wear my old bike shorts anymore, they are just nasty. The bike trail was as usual sporty, but by the time I got to Hoboken., collars up thrived. I smiled at the idea of a total collars up world, but then I saw some shitty broad wearing her collar down and some nasty pants. Fucking slut, ruined my dream.

I finally got my oliver people's tortoiseshells (yes, straight from american psycho) with polarized sunglass lenses put in - gives me Michael Douglas's glasses in "a perfect murder" - I dont think there's any attitude better than that one. If anyone actually has something interesting unrelated to fucking clubbing that would keep me out of a xanax haze, please do so.

That place is still open?

I had to go back and figure it out. I knew it was around two months. My mom was concerned because I wasn't bringing her any socks to wash. It's straightened out now, though. I'm not sure I'm feelin' these new shorts I bought. They're not cargo. No, they're pleated khaki shorts. Should I switch back to cargo?

It turns out you were right. I absolutely, positively, don't give a shit. Great thread.

I am absolutely addicted to ON DEMAND. Oh, and I haven't worn socks in 68 days.

Yeah, I'll save this ad for later. For when I'm bored. What the fuck.

nah I don't write professionally, thanks though. mysti22 realityorwhateverthehell: I'm wearing a polo short sleeve, you baboon. I can't believe you typed "enuff" Edit your post immediately.

wow I was linked to this by making a random google search on my hometown. I graduated with Frank Spano and knew him fairly well. Unreal.

hahaha thank you very much

You vapid piece of garbage. It seems as if CP has become the base of immature prattle. I'm all for alittle drama, but JESUS H CHRIST none of you know how to start it, or in the very least make it humorous. Granted this is an open forum meant for conversation, but try to make it somewhat worthwhile?

I laughed on the floor while fucking my best friends' mothers' ass off when I read my initial post. You'll have to forgive me as I was obviously drugged at the time.

completely out of it. I needed to do something. Anything. To get out of my funk. One night as I stared down at the silver alligator on my Lacoste shirt it dawned on me.... "Eureka!" I thought. The answer to my problems had been so obvious. It was then that I vowed to spend an entire day with my collar standing proudly erect for all to see. I awoke the next morning and fished out a pair of khakis from my dresser to compliment my crisp pastel pink polo shirt. I hurried into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. "Could I really do this?" I thought. After a moment of consideration I cautiously lifted my hands to my neck, got a firm grip on the fabric, and with a stunning flick of the wrist turned my collar skyward. It was majestic. I felt a strange surge of unholy power. I glanced back at the stranger who faced me in the mirror. He was staring back at me with an affluent smirk and a look of general indifference; I knew the transformation was complete. I felt like I was walking taller that morning, with a distinct skip in my step, I had not a care in the world. On the ferry to New York people took quick glances away from the ground to admire my popped collar. Truly this fashion statement held a power over them, particularly members of the opposite sex. By the time I had finished my eight minute ferry ride I had probably received at least six phone numbers from a variety of Wall Street business women.. In classical popped-collar fashion I threw away all of them when I arrived to work. "There will be more phone numbers today," I thought. "I'll have to be selective if I'm going to carry them around all day."

Here you go....I wrote this post back in the day. But, some indignant hacked the screen name in 2003 and started posting stupid shit.