*blue balls not included.
Ooh-ooh! A great post from Heiss Chic today over at Technical Support.
I’m curious what you think (and please join in the conversation over at her blog too!): on a day when you look exceptionally good, would you rather run into your ex-boyfriend or your boyfriend’s ex?
As I commented on her blog that I could give two shits about my boyfriend’s exes (if you can even call them that… herein referred to as Temporary Bar Skanks). But running into my ex? I best be looking my best. And that means hair, make-up, clothes, weight… AND having my hotter-than-him boyfriend on my arm. HELL-O!
Your thoughts?
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
