So, my best ho and I just moved into this big house with a pool in the suburbs -- RENT FREE. If you're keeping score, that means -1 (suburbs) +1 (pool) +1 (best ho) and +1 (no rent), putting us a solid 2 points into the positive. YESSSssss!
BUT, in a cruel twist of fate, that dumb ho up and got herself a man, within point two seconds of us moving into our suburban paradise, what was meant to be the bachelorette pad of our dreams. So now while they are off skipping hand-in-hand through poppy fields, I have moved away from all my other friends and am left to sulk and drink entire bottles of 2-buck Chuck by myself, in the barren, social wasteland of the San Gabriel Valley.
Now I totally understand how your dog feels when you leave him home alone for too long. Because I'm kind of tempted to shit in my roommate's shoes and shred all the toilet paper in her bathroom. Figuratively, I mean.
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