I took this guurll out on a date, see? She was the bomb. We’s hung out at the mall then went back to my place. But she didn’t stay. She said muh apartment smelled like waste n underachievement.
At first I thought she was coming on ta me, you know. But now I’m confused. Maybe she done think I’m good enough?
Dat gots me ta thinkin`, yo. I want to, like, be a bettah man, and raise my standards and all, so I can date bettah beotches, ya dig? What can I do?
Peep this shit and swag me out!
I feel your pain, brah. You clearly wants to evolve and shit, to turn yo life around. Yo’ like a blob of ectoplasm yearning to be a mo’ sophisticated organism – one dat has a backbone and a complete digestive system. Ya’ dig?
But back ta yo’ question. Sometimes da bomb way to raise yo’ standards is ta lower dem first. Maybe dat’s what yo’ guurll was doin’.