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Monday, November 04, 2002
DCM... and then some so a couple of days ago i went to eat at jack in the box. no big deal rght? except that when i went, some filipino dude in his late thirties struck up a conversation with me. so okay, maybe he was just a nice guy that really just wanted to find someone to practice his tagalog with, just to make sure he didn't forget it, but i was still weirded out. i mean, do i feel offended because he thought i looked old enough that i might not be the same age as his daughter (assuming, of course that he had one?) or do i feel grossed out, because i DO look as young as i feel and he saw that i was young? you know, the old lechers that go for the young girls, that kind of thing....
it's guys like that for which me and my friends coined the term DCM. now DCM could mean a lot of things... or so says the acronym people. anyways, in my little circle of friends, it means Denture Cream Magnet. it's slightly-- okay, it's really-- mean, but i mean
EWW
when exactly did i become okay prey for these guys? i'm assuming it was after i turned, say, 18 right? probably after high school? because shoot. that could just be wrong. like W-R-O-N-G wrong.
posted by tha muce
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reassuring comments?!?! ---> so far!
