Asshole. Thats your code name. Don't bother with a disquise; we know that you're the same. You're muscle-y and beefy (oh yeah), my mouth is spent. You celebrate mardi gras, but don't pay attention to lent. I scan the back of the alumni magizines for OPC's. I patiently await your name on the oh-be-2-are-ees. I admit that I seethe when those I'm hating succeed, But there is still laughter at thee. Ha ha hee hee hee. Hit men. Thats an order. To avoid a job with the assholes, to amass ad time for the superbowl, to avoid a job with the assholes, these are ambitions. Goals! Goals! Are you feeling faint from that man kissing a man? Pass out! I wish your body were taller and the ground a little sharper than... It is true? No woman, nobody, right? That's why you'll settle for a girlfriend that you don't even like.