you know what girls that smoke and have an ironic sense of humor do don’t you? well I’ll tell you. sweaty palms. i mean look at the way she is holding that cool piece of cardboard commerce. i bet she is a girl of simple tastes, like nothing but fish tacos, tecates, and Parliament lights for her 24/7. maybe the occasional Slurpee from 7/11 on an especially hot day. i bet she’d jump at the chance if I asked her to come by my place some time to rip off some gravity bong hits & watch Kubrick’s Clockwork Orange. she’d never understand any of it of course, but the point is she would be at my place! on my couch! after the movie is done we’ll throw on some Bob Seger on vinyl & chat about how she hates that how all her friends want to do anymore is talk about Gossip Girl or Housewives of NJ and she wants more out of life. she wants a guy who GETS her. ya know? gets her dreams about just one day getting out of this shitty town and opening up a candle & incense store near the beach. dude it’s all about finding a chic, chasing the dream, & has easily attainable goals in life. and of course a chic who give you sweaty palms.