The Truth about DPQ

Truth is, Disheveled Prom Queen wasn't the Prom Queen at all.
In fact, she couldn't even get a date to the prom.
She waited and waited for someone to ask her, but no one did.
So in a DPQ style act of desperation, ended up asking four different guys, who all said, "No."
DPQ strongly feels that being unable to get a date may just be what happens when a NewYorican coffee extra cream lookin girl gets taken out of Brooklyn and put into a semiaffluent Central NJ suburb lacking in ehtnic diversity.
Just a theory.
Anyway, back to the tragic tale.
So,
My girls and I actually ran with a crew of dudes from a different town anyway.
They dug up one of the boys from that crew to stand in as my prom date.
He was aight. Not a lot goin on upstairs.
His hair was a James Dean-ish greaser mechanic type of look, which was the best part.
And he did rock the chucks with his suit.

DPQ was really hatin on the whole Prom thing anyway, so in protest wore plaid Doc Martin boots with her vintage 1940's Jazz Singer dress.
mm hmm, she possessed a fly-ness even back then that dudes could not understand.

DPQ said about two words to her prom date.
Spent about 10 minutes at her prom because she thought is was so lame.
Thought smokin L's in the limo the was the best part.

After the prom, DPQ's crew hit the Jersey Shore. of course.
Another thing her being from New York self really couldn't appreciate.
And the most important thing was,
DPQ knew she wasn't going to be giving it up to James Dean that night.
Cuz he was only aight.

Not to worry cuz here's what happened next.
While she and her possee were listening to Cypress Hill's hits from the bong and, you know,
hittin the Graphix,  getting ready to go hit the boardwalk,
they all got to listen to her one girl givin it up to her man on Prom night.
This girl was loud.

DPQ ditched the James Dean mechanic and ended up one nighting some dude on the beach.
Jersey Shore style.
Not to worry tho, cuz when we got back to the house,
we all got to hear the same girl that was givin it up to her man when we left,
giving it up to the James Dean greasy mechanic.
Jersey Shore style.