So I'm at this second date with this guy who is sleeping with me only to get a laptop (PROTIP: He isn't getting shit) and he insults my education. He said he was busy on his thesis, to which I replied I had done two, Art and History, but at College level. He's doing management consultancy. Then the fucker argued that the two would hardly compare. I wasn't too happy.
But he did get a job interview though me but gladly it didn't work out so he can't even prove it with a business laptop, haha!
Let me show you why they call me the velour fog. Hit it.
I met her in a club down in old Soho,
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like coca cola,
C-o-l-a, cola.
She, walked up to me and she asked me to dance,
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said;
Leela, L-e-e-l-a, Leela, Lee, Lee, Lee, Leela
Leeeeeeeelaaaaaaaa
