Showing posts with label Cure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cure. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Getting all deep.

Sometimes shit talking gets a little 6th-grade-girl-back-of-the-notebook-emo-y.

This is one of those times.

Not sure what disturbs me more:
a). This was in a men's room.
b). It was written in lipstick.
c). It's at shitting level.

I think I have to go with C.

Somebody actually took time from "dropping the Cosby kids off at the pool"—see previous post—to turn out this bad Cure lyric? Really? Really? Come on.