I finally chugged the Kool-Aid and now, like the rest of the whippersnappers, I'm on the Myspace. I'd been hearing for years how all the young kids were hopped up on the Myspace, and I could only assume no good would come of it. Then I saw that perfectly respectable middle-aged men like Allan "Sunshine" Guthrie and Jason Starr were also on the Myspace, as well as cool cats like Ed Brubaker, Jack Ketchum and Warren Ellis. How bad could the Myspace be? So like Lester Burnham firing up a joint in his garage, I went and got all up in the Myspace.If you're hooked on the Myspace, too, stop and by and visit my admittedly lame page. And if you'd like, ask to be my friend. Because I'll mostly likely say yes. Unless you're trying to sell me the Cialis.
Sheesh. What's next, picking up high school chicks?
ReplyDeleteNah, you have to put them down somewhere.
ReplyDeleteHi! I'm a 14-year-old girl with a thing for crime writers. Want to be my BFFE?
ReplyDeleteRay,
ReplyDeleteThat's why my house has a crawl space.
Quite handy.
If you're my friend on Myspace(Where the only form of real friendship exists!), do you promise not to make obscene phone calls to me late at night?
ReplyDeletehe's already got a BFF. no E. :)
ReplyDeleteno need. it's implied.