I’m Urbanized.
That’s right, your favorite spastic idiot has become urbanized.
No, I didn’t get some cooth, whatever the hell cooth is. I didn’t comb my hair, get a new wardrobe, become a meterosexual or buy a condo on the 3 millionth floor of a major metropolitan area.
I didn’t switch up my plain black coffee for some horribly expensive concoction at Starbucks that contains everything BUT coffee.
My beer has NOT been replaced by Zinfidel or metropolitins or anything with a gay little umbrella.
And when you look at me you still think “Look at that high class redneck with his hygiene and such – who’s he trying to fool, he’s still a redneck”.
No, by urbanized I don’t mean I’ve become some liberal voting, namby pamby meterosexual faggy looking black rimmed glasses wearing man purse toting freak. Nope, none of that at all.
Do your remember the other day, when I got that free can of febreeze? I know you all do. Well, I seem to invented a word. A word called ‘poocules’.
It’s now in the ubran dictionary, thanks to me.
So I can now say I’m urbanized, and I can PROVE that I actually invented a word.
Now THAT is awesome.
Feel free to use poocules wherever you’d like, but just give me a prop or two, would you?
And do visit the Urban Dictionary and thumbs up my poocules, huh?
