2001-03-23 00:20:24
You had a point? Maybe on the tip of your tiny insignificant head...either one, you decide.
2001-03-22 18:11:32
Hey Pops! Tell yourself whatever you need to hear. Just 'cause it ain't legal for you to chase the young tail no more doesn't mean that you can't (A) look back fondly upon younger days, or (B) take a shower now and then, which incidentally was my original point.
2001-03-22 18:00:32
Hey Kid! You can pick up the 16 year olds if you like...I prefer a woman that actually has a little experience. I guess you like 'em young so they don't know how unexperienced YOU are!
2001-03-22 16:29:21
There's nothing left to grow on your average 16 or 17-year-old girl except old, if you know what I mean. Oh, and speaking of which, you can remind your granddaughter that I'm picking her up from school tomorrow so we can shop for a grad dress together.
2001-03-22 15:05:41
Good for you!.... So, tell me, what do you do...drive around school yards to meet your dates? Personally, I like 'em full grown!
2001-03-21 19:57:18
Hey Teabags, if a woman is turned-on by a layer of sweat, beer, and crusty old puke that's as old as your tired, worn out sound, she can have you. I'll be picking up high school girls in case you care to shower, ditch the gas station outfit, put on a leather jacket, and join me.
2001-03-20 23:45:32
Look here, Spinoff boy! Some women are actually turned on by the natural aroma of a real man...maybe once you guys reach puberty you'll know what I'm talking about.
2001-03-20 18:27:22
Hey Kitty,
If you got close enough to smell those outfits, you would know that they're neither fresh, nor new.
Phew!
justin banal
justinbanal@spinoffs.zzn.com
2001-03-19 10:37:45
YA, I love the suits too! Ya, meet a lot more chicks with the suits!
2001-03-17 04:55:35
i love those little suits you guys wear. very fresh, very new, there are subtle undertones of the working class man. i can only assume that this is intentional, and therefore sheer brilliance on your part. loved your last show here at nirvana state u. xo, kitty