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flaw number nine

as a kid i had charming role models like andrew dice clay and ice t, both of whom, among others, undoubtedly played a role in sculpting the crass and sometimes vulgar person that i am today. this isn’t to shove the blame off myself; i’m happy to admit that i was, in part, born this way (eat that, lady gaga).

you could say, well, shouldn’t you have grown out of listening to sex rap and misogynistic rockers and comedians like sam kinison and motley crue? well, yes, i should have, but if anything, it’s become worse.

why am i this way? why do i like these things? why do i love talking about sex and telling fart jokes and making fun of booty holes? idk. i’m not perfect. what i can work on, is trying to lower the abundance of such talk and activity. keep it to a minimum and practice moderation. watch less skinemax, listen to less kool keith, and try to refrain from crossing the line at parties. i just don’t know if i can.

btw i really like this pic rihanna:

top photo by: vodkashotsandcandysticks