Dear Cooper,
Jackie says that I do not have a "dog problem", but that I have a "confidence problem."
Since she is the Cesar Milan of the Farm and all within (including you and me) I had to bow my head and agree with her. You know, to like, get out of the room.
Here's the thing. You are just like someone who went to catholic school. You look good. You look good on paper. You'll perform when the head nun is watching. But I know the real you. The you that is making out with public school girls, and getting them to give you blow jobs. The you that is selling cocaine to the freshmen. The you that has the calculus exam answers written on your hand. I know you are out there running away from me, gorging yourself on horse poop, and getting the neighbor's dogs on the other side of the fence all riled up.
I will expose you for who you really are. I am onto you.
Love,
Zetta
1 comment:
It is hard to believe that a hair based life form can so instinctively exploit the issues kept hidden away. AND he is relentless.
To extend the Catholic school metaphor ... the Cooper experience is indelible, lingering long after the encounter has past, for both pleasant and cringe-worthy memories, ala mutha f**king catholic school.
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