A short story about my romantic life: Once, I knew a girl that I felt very infatuated with. I wanted her to go out with me, but I could never get attention from her. I tried different things to get her affection, but she never wanted anything to do with me. Then one day, I saw my opportunity. I overheard her say that she wanted to go to the Prom, but couldn't get a date. I went over to her with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of orchids, and asked her to the Prom. She accepted the proposal. I took her to the prom, and we started dancing and having a good time. After the prom, we went out to my car and started going at it hot and heavy, and when we were finished, she gave me her number. I was ecstatic. I gave her a call the next day, but she had given me the number to Papa John's. That really rustled my jimmies, so I asked her why she did that. She said, "it's not you, I just don't want to be with anyone right now." After she left, I was pondering out loud, "why doesn't she like me? I mean, Jesus Fucking Christ, she's already let me fuck her!" Then Benji Madden walked out from behind the lockers and said:
"Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny
And these girls like these boys, like these boys like these girls
The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money"
And then a skeleton jumped out and kicked Benji in the cock for being in Good Charlotte.