Wednesday, April 28, 2010

When being judged, it aint matter how right you are. Neither matters how much sense your reasoning makes. It's all a matter of expression of fucking feelings. The more exaggerated better it gets. And you sir, will end up being forced to drink the fucking hemlock as long as you are wearing that fucking poker face. You either break in tears and make up a whole fucking drama telling your side of the story, or end up getting the whole blame and punishment.
And in all the relations, sir, the woman knows fucking well how to talk and talk and express shit out of herself. That's the only thing women ever knew. Now good luck with your poker face.