Blondes VS Fobs

It's amazing what a day in San Franciso, NYC, and LA can do to you. As my cousin from Austin, TX, commented, "These clowns dress and act like they just stepped out of a fashion magazine." Quite true, but then TX is no fashion capital unless your fashion statement revolves around a Dallas Cowboys jersey.

One thing that I observed though, is even though Blondes and FOBs are quite far apart in terms of lingo and looks, there are a ton of striking familiarities which I would like to point out:

1) PGA - that is correct folks, a striking number of Blondes also partake in this tour of the Mega boutiques and malls. For those innocent ones, it stands for Prada Gucci Armani.

2) Where's my ride? - both species covet MB, BMW, and Lexus + so much bling on the wheels I can use them as mirrors as I jog by.

3) ATM - not the machine where you get cash, but Attitude Treatment Mandate. Both species see themselves as Goddess like creatures. Perhaps it has to do with too many magazine covers for the former and just spending too much Daddy's money on the latter.

4) Looks first, money second, brains third - they don't call them dumb blondes for no reason. And FOBs? Well, let's just say they follow the same route in a more elusive manner.

5) Pale - I know, one is naturally white, but the other someone manages keep themselves just as white by avoiding the devil rays from mother nature and enclose themselves in indoor facilities. Let's not forget those crazy visors that block their entire facades. What the fuck is that?!

6) Fake - On one hand the blondes in OC stuff themselves with fake tits and asses, while the FOBs do it with their speech and body language. The difference? At least I don't feel like I am fucking an altar boy with the former.

Alright boys and girls. That's it for now until I come up with more.