Look outside. They're all just waiting for you to come out and peruse the bookstore display window and purse up those unbelievable fucking lips of yours into that near-pucker-not-quite-a-smile little oval that makes the boys and girls start hitting each other all over again. If you're a girl you know there's a shade of lipstick that you only wear when you wanna send a news helicopter slamming into a building. Well slap that shit on. Whether you're a boy or a girl, get yourself a cigarette and light the motherfucker. No one cares if you quit, just get yourself a cigarette and light the motherfucker because you might get hit by a bus before the next Go Outside And Show The Neighborhood Those Unbelievable Fucking Lips Of Yours Day and the thought of never again seeing those unbelievable fucking lips of yours parting just so to let fly a plume of gray just made like six different cashiers break out in sobs. Good Christ I swear to God if you smile at me I'm never gonna drink again.
(oh yeah, and uh, happy Go Outside And Show The Neighborhood Those Unbelievable Fucking Lips Of Yours Day. Sorry if things got a little carried away, man. You understand.)