JACKASS SEY DI worl' no level. Jackass sey nuff time hot gal face mek up certin way mek yu wonda if hotness mean unhappiness.
You all know 'hot gal', right? I mean, they are hard to miss. The false hair set just so, so they can brush it back from their face every now and then (mostly now), the false nails curved and colourful (cause hot gal don't knead dumpling), the false face (as in make-up) on to perfection, no panty line showing under the tight clothes (because hot gal don't wear bell foot, strictly slingshot), the heels (wedge heel or not) lengthening the legs - and almost always doing something to attract attention to themselves.
Oh, how could I have forgotten the cellphone? Must be a flip, must ring loud, must match the nails.
Jackass likes to see hot gals in action and finds them quite amusing, actually, not in the sense of laughing at them but it just brings a smile to see the 'hotitude' striding down the street, knowing that for most of them it is just a phase of life that they will be over by the time they get to 25 years old (or less, because many a hot gal is still a teenager).
But there is just one thing about hot gal that Jackass cannot understand. Why do they often look like they are having a very bad day or night? Why do many a 'hot gal' carry the screw face that Bob Marley said "know who fe frighten?" If you are looking good, then you should be feeling good. If you are feeling good, it should show on your face, right?
Wrong for many a 'hot gal'.
And it is not only that they often pout but also that they almost always have an issue with someone or something and are ready - heck, not only ready but very very willing - to fly off the handle at the slightest chance.
A real 'hot gal' always has a problem with somebody ("me tell de one Mikey sey me want leg an thigh an' him go buy breas' an' wing. Me no eat breas' since my mother used to buy pure chicken braes. Me naa eat. Oonu gwwan".). Or something that hardly anyone else can see or even cares about ("why there is no signal here? I can't take cellphones," she fumes - and she did not want to make a call in the first place, just flashing the cellie).
The world is not level at all, because hotness often looks very unhappy to Jackass.
Still, it must be very hard to be a hot gal. All that effort spent on getting just the perfect look and 'hotitude' then stepping out and seeing other girls with pretty much the same look (I mean, there are just so many ways to accessorise a deportee station wagon, but at the end of the day a dippy is still a dippy). So the competition is stiff and therefore so is the criticism. Added to that pressure is the attention from men, some of which must be unwanted, plus the knowledge that a younger, phatter set of girls are coming up to make a challenge and run today's hot gal into retirement. Then there is the challenge of getting just the right man in the right car to fit the 'hotness' status.
Phew, how do they do it?
Jackass sey di worl' no level. Jackass sey 'im sympathy goes out to hot gal, cause de life hard like dem boot heel an it shart like dem skirt.
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