Giuseppe Zangara

I never said anything about the Ponys. You said they were terrible!

Look, I just think you missed the mark on the Ponys. That's it.

It was all in jest. I was poking fun at your attempts at musical snobbery.

People will start talking about porn in Hardcore Discussion and sometimes I post from church.

Now how will I know where to post.

Because she's Mexican?

I know from experience that not every girl with a tat on the small of her back digs anal.

She also has a monroe piercing. Which I don't care for, but it's small, so I can deal with it.

Her teeth are straight and clean. She has four tattoos—one on the back of her neck, one on the small of her back, and one on each hip bone. All of them are done well, though boring.

True on both counts.

I'll dump her if she does.

I guess I knew a Mexican girl tends to get hair in places where most girls don't, but I was still a little taken aback when, this morning, I saw the slightest trace of stubble on her upper lip. It was gone after she took a shower, fortunately!

Is she mustached? Waxes.

The Korean girl I dated was born in America, though she wasn't very Americanized. Her parents were born in South Korea and had impenetrable accents. They were also practicing Buddhists (so was she); I don't think they liked their only child dating a secular white boy. When I bumped into her a few years later, she'd become AZN. Such is life.

I wouldn't mind getting with an Indian—as in from India—girl. I once saw this movie called Kama Sutra (not to be confused with the book, though they both contain loads of sex) and man, it had some hot, hot, hot women.

My first girlfriend was a Korean. Also, I dated this one girl who was half Cuban, so yeah, I've crossed the color line in years past. But a black girl. I still dream....

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA You old fucks. Die. She's Mexican, by the way, so I can never introduce her to JSYK.

Otherwise known as Rolling Stone Magazine. According to them, music hasn't existed since Nirvana. You mean the magazine that gives three-and-a-half stars to almost every album they review?

When I worked in a grocery store, excessive bag usage was more the fault of the bagger than the customer.

I've neither seen nor talked to my mother in almost two weeks, which is a shame, as I really need to do some laundry.

I'm feeling better, but thanks for the suggestions!

I hate when people act like those who listen to mainstream music somehow "don't know better." I hate when people assume those who prefer more obscure music are elitists.

Not for murder, obv.

Moving out isn't an option?