
i had a lovely dinner at a friend's place tonight. a group of women, around the same age, hanging out, drinking wine, eating food and shooting the shit
the first part of this story begins with talking about that new two degrees cellular mobile telephone network, and ha ha ha, it's true, everyone in dunedin really is separated by two degrees
which segues nicely into
the second part of this story, which has two of the women in the group talking about men and what they say to you
both these smart, intelligent attractive women share some things with each other. and one woman says to the other, "hey, that sounds exactly like this guy i used to see a few years ago, what's his name? not..."
and at the same time both of these women say "jason bateman"
and i am reminded of everclear's 'my sexual life'
"he always says he wants to find a special one
but you watch his head go spinning around
he wants anyone who'll give it up
he seems to forget he's in a small town"hey bucko, hearing you talk just makes me tired
He is a whore.
ReplyDeleteYou know Wellington's not such a big town either.
Perfect song.
this town is just plain full of liars
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