I’m sure in the suburbs, Southside on Lamar, Deep Ellum, or wherever you reside, people might think that blonde, anorexic, SMU grads are a “dime a dozen”, but if you ever get one drunk enough to give you the time of day you’ll realize that loose change won’t get you within spitting distance of their BMW.

Vain, bleached-blonde plastic-faced SMU anorexics are a dime a dozen. And I don’t mean to impugn gals I don’t know, but that’s certainly how they choose to present themselves. (So I sort of mean to impugn them, but would back down real fast, grinning obsequiously and tap-dancing, if their boyfriends or brothers were to puff their chests out all stupid-like and level at me a singularly simian glare.)

How about some chicas calientes for a change? For Cinco de Mayo? Would that kill you, Tim? This ain’t Farmers Branch here. Good grief.

a picture of my sweaty balls after a two-hour workout has more ambiance then any of those smiling vapid creatures

seriously, there’s nothing in those photos to distinguish the subjects as being a) from dallas b) at a cinco de mayo festival or c) alive…except maybe for the one chickee smoking a butt, and i’m sure she’s proud of that photo

keep up the good work