There's this chick here in Charleston, who really rubs me the wrong way...while we did agree that we would refrain from using names when degrading others on our blog, as soon as I describe her you may know exactly who I am speaking of...
First of all, over a year ago when my fiancé was still a boyfriend, we were at a party where cocaine was the party favor of choice. I was annoyed and punished him for being there. So there he is talking to this woman and sees that I'm agitated and says, "Will you please excuse me, GoDiva #1 is angry with me so I'd like to go speak with her"...well this woman has the audacity to respond..."Oh please, don't run to her...make her come to you, show her who's boss"...are you kidding me? If I had known that she said that when I was still there I would have publicly reminded her that it's never a good thing to wear tight white Capri pants when you have dimpled saddlebags and thighs that rub together. So that was her first offense. Well several months later we attended her Christmas party. When we got there, it wasn't a house she was throwing the soiree in, it was the clubhouse of her rundown apartment complex. Not only did I ruin my brand new Italian leather stilettos tromping through the wet grass, but they were only serving beer and some cheap hangover inducing chardonnay. We left immediately. That was offense #2.
You will know who I am talking about when and if you meet this woman when your initial reaction to her face is, "WHOA, she was obviously first in line when God was handing out teeth".
If you think you know who I am speaking of, please leave a comment with your horror story and what you think her teeth say about her.
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