What's wrong with me? Is it my groups? Is it my blogs? My teams? Maybe it's my color. Is He a racist? Maybe it's my lack of a cartoon avatar.
Whatever the reason, The 10 Spot won't be my friend. I mean look at me. I'm smokin' hot, but that doesn't seem to be enough for Pete. I read his blogs. Yes, his funny little blogs. They're so cute and clever aren't they? And look at his minions. With their cartoon avatars, making little puns. All making clever little captions for his pics. He calls them all by name, and they respond in kind.
"Good one , Jen," he coos.
Look at her. Jen. With her pasty white skin, anorexic stick figure. Is that the way you like 'em Pete? Huh? Can't handle a real woman? No brown sugar for Pete.
Oh, I've tried. Tried to join in their little 10 Spot cult with their cute quips, and clever comments. But, I remain on the outside standing in the rain with my gorgeous face pressed against the glass. Ruining my hair.
Ok, Pete, have it your way.
You'll be sorry! Yeah, you'll be sorry. You'll regret rejecting me as a friend.
What's this got to do with sports? Nothing.