So we were at the big game at fabulous new Qwest Field, which puts you as close to the football field as possible by stacking you on top of the approximately 300 rows below you, which gives you a great view of the field, and, incidentally, the blackberry of the party girl sitting directly (and I mean directly) below you.
Party girls are a subgenus of the species Girlus People Readerus, who I am sure you would recognize if I pointed out one to you: holds down a job, but works in order to afford shoes and happy hour, loves whichever soap opera her friends love, and goes to the mall in packs.
The particular party girl I was virtually standing on would often pick up her blackberry and text away with a someone. I'm sure I would have paid more attention to the messages if (a) I wasn't watching a football game, and (b) I had known the content earlier. When I finally looked closely enough to read, this is what her friend had just sent:
"Just bought a Michael Jackson CD - Man in the Mirror gets me every time."
Discuss.
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Man in the Mirror is a GREAT song! The lyrics are so moving, "and no message could have been any clearer. If you want to make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make that change, wooo, wooooo, na, na, na, na,na,na,naaaa,naaaaaaa." (yes, I know the whole song by heart and Dean is making fun of me!) Oh yeah, that's the stuff dreams are made of.
So the song is about plastic surgery?
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