You know ever since I opened a ladies clothing store I got a new appreciation of what woman go through to get to look great. The hair and the make-up and all of the work involved. Manicures and pedicures and waxing. All for some loser whose idea of a hot date is onion rings in a sleazy dive. Where's the love ladies, where's the love?
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Yeah and I bet you opened a woman's store cause you'd do anything to look good to your woman! What goes around you know.
Hey I always look good to women. Like a big meatloaf wrapped in Bacon.
Trooper, I know you'd never feed the dolls onion rings. Unless you made them yourself!
Anyway, here's one who appreciates
all you do here, and for the countless happy ladies leaving your store feeling beautiful.
Hey, you think it's hard to look that good? Try looking as bad as yours truly here: I eat poorly, get no rest, and never exercise. That's way harder. (I guess if I were truly committed I'd start drinking heavily, smoking and doing crack, though.)
Speaking for myself, the days I looked best were the days spent drinking heavily and smoking crack. Those were the days my friend. And listening to lots of Graham Parker. And Lou Reed. And Neil Young.
Bukowski said an alcoholic should always be a proud alcoholic or what's the point?
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