They will be on soup line for now,and keep the fly zipped on Their cheapo kakis. The sheer lunacy,that they thought it was their turn to sport some wingtipz,and 4 hundred dollar slacks,and bop into the roller rink and ask The Hot Chick to dance. What a jackoff,strutting around the dance hall,in a k Mart wardrobe,thinking he caught the eye of Princess Hot Chick. Left standing there,with His thumb up His crack. Stock could do a plummet to 40,if oil goes off the cliff. Time to take that pack of diapers out of the hiding spot,in the back of Your closet,and tone down Your expectations to a more reasonable and realstic potential conquest,like the fat chick with missing teeth,and B.O.,and the bizzare tight fitting red stockings,and polka dot Walmart dress.