This is me being told to turn my ipod off and actually listen when someones trying to have a conversation with me. How rude of them! LOL. I much prefer choosing my own backing tracks to peoples really rubbish stories. They make more sense and i can opt for drowning them out with melody. Plus, i was being given ‘swimming lessons of the penis…’ a subject that i pretty much know everything about. Hellooo? Grade 8 pink trombome bitches! I even invent my own blow jobs now! (Like ‘The Mexican.’) But yeah, i was trapped in a Mercedes prison in a parking lot, before a ‘meet and greet’ with some whore of a man telling me ‘there’s breast stroke, back stroke, stroke of a GEENIUS,’ whilst forcing me to ‘shake my money maker’ to Ludacris. I wasn’t impressed, but only cos i couldn’t really hear him??