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I am NOT a thug....
...and don't plan to be.
To all those women that like the thrill-seeking, plot-twisting and thickening lifestyle that thug life entails, you can have it. Just don't ask me out on a date when the bulljive get old and wears thin.
The only thug I have EVER thought about being (jovially speaking, of course) was a corporate thug. You know, the Gordon Gekko type: Greed is good. One that thinks about only money and wrecking businesses to get more. My thuggish lifestyle would involve book cooking, insider trading, cyber-hacking, and corporation jacking (takeovers).
I once posed as a corporate thug as a joke. I wore wifebeaters, suspenders, blue dress slacks with burgundy pennyloafers (with tassels, of course). Wore a gold watch with a class ring, holding a cigar. I had on my right shoulder a fake tattoo that said, R.I.P. Arthur Andersen, 1913-2003.
That pic never failed to get laughs.
Last edited by Rain Man; 09-13-2003 at 11:41 PM.
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