Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it, y'know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn! That's the fattest stog' I ever seen
The weather's heat in Cali; gettin weeded makes it feel like Maui
Now we feel the good vibrations
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
My name is Vicky. I'm a 26 year old waste of all that is holy in the world. I'm like a little irate terrier dog with a cig in its mouth. I'm inappropriate and laughter-free.
Please note, this is a hipster free zone. I really am as bad tempered and aloof as it seems. IT AIN'T FO SHO
I find most men are proper bellends. You know, the kind of people that pose at war memorials with a thumbs up kinda gesture. Or they are Grey Goose Wankers, in the club looking around like a fucking meerkat. Or they are 'cool' with floppy hair and they fucking stink like unwashed clothes and beer. Or they are awkward and say things they think are funny, but oh my god you absolute show up. If you don't know the difference between 'to' and 'too', 'your' and 'you're' and other similar sounding words, chances are we aren't going to get on. I'm not asking for you to be fucking Shakespeare, but seriously mate, sort yourself out. You're probably the sort of person that starts a sentence with 'I'm not a racist, but...'
Don't even get me started on what I think about most women.
I'm aware I'm not a special snowflake, I'm not amazingly wonderful and the greatest person that ever lived. I don't think my shit doesn't stink but I've got manners and social skills. I expect you to have the same amount of humility as I do.
Not holding out much hope.
Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it, y'know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn! That's the fattest stog' I ever seen
The weather's heat in Cali; gettin weeded makes it feel like Maui
Now we feel the good vibrations
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
My name is Vicky. I'm a 26 year old waste of all that is holy in the world. I'm like a little irate terrier dog with a cig in its mouth. I'm inappropriate and laughter-free.
Please note, this is a hipster free zone. I really am as bad tempered and aloof as it seems. IT AIN'T FO SHO
I find most men are proper bellends. You know, the kind of people that pose at war memorials with a thumbs up kinda gesture. Or they are Grey Goose Wankers, in the club looking around like a fucking meerkat. Or they are 'cool' with floppy hair and they fucking stink like unwashed clothes and beer. Or they are awkward and say things they think are funny, but oh my god you absolute show up. If you don't know the difference between 'to' and 'too', 'your' and 'you're' and other similar sounding words, chances are we aren't going to get on. I'm not asking for you to be fucking Shakespeare, but seriously mate, sort yourself out. You're probably the sort of person that starts a sentence with 'I'm not a racist, but...'
Don't even get me started on what I think about most women.
I'm aware I'm not a special snowflake, I'm not amazingly wonderful and the greatest person that ever lived. I don't think my shit doesn't stink but I've got manners and social skills. I expect you to have the same amount of humility as I do.
Not holding out much hope.
