This is the true story :: God, I haven't had any time to read lately, let alone non-fiction
of seven strangers :: I don't think I even have 7 numbers in my phonebook
picked to live in a house : I need to move out of my parents' basement
work together :: How does one classify "Dressing up in a Chicken Costume and handing out Coupons" on a tax return form?
and have their lives taped :: Scotch tape! That's what I need to pick up next time I'm at the drug store
to find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting real. ::
Maybe I should just stop being polite. I heard somewhere that girls are into dickheads. I'll try it out if I ever meet another girl