Sigh.
Big sigh.
I just don't get it. To be the cause of so much pain, destruction, devastation.
Too many stories of guys leaving their first wife for the mistress only to give the final f*** you from the grave as he leaves his estate to the first wife.
Too many stories of guys leaving the first wife for the mistress only to spend the rest of his life in misery over the mistake he made.
Too many stories of the guy leaving the first wife for the mistress only to consistently impregnate the hoi polloi.
Too many stories of guys who never leave the wife.
Why? He's. Just. Not. That. Into. You.
If the guy lied and you didn't know he was with someone else or married, fair enough.
But if you did know and carried on regardless, je ne comprends pas.
You see Mr and Mrs looking all happy and think you want some of that too?
It wouldn't be the same with you so stop being a hater.
Stop sipping on your hatorade.
Why be Rebecca Loos to Victoria Beckham?
Why be Divine Brown to Liz Hurley?
Why be that nanny to Sienna Miller?
Why be that Abigail chick to Reese Witherspoon?
Why be that tramp to Cheryl Cole?
Why be the Mrs Me Too to the Mrs?
Why be the persistent (for now) gecko in someone elses house?
Why be the (as yet) undefeated cockroach in someone else kitchen?
Why be the pesky peacock making noise and eating the plants that just won't get out of someone else's garden?
Why be the persistent glitch in the gen that stops it from working?
Why be the fat on the edge of the meat that always get cut out?
Why be the crust on the bread that gets cut off for premium sandwiches?
Why be the split ends of the hair that always gets chopped off?
Why be the hangnail that gets massacred at the weekly mani/pedi but still keeps coming back for more?
Why be the bunion on someone's foot serving no purpose but discomfort?
Why be the sediment at the bottom of the premium wine bottle that nobody drinks?
Why be the crown that sits uselessly on top of the pineapple....its always the first to go.
How much fun would it be if every time you ate out, some pesky git ate off your plate?
How much fun would it be if every time you went shopping someone stole your money?
How much fun would it be if every time you tried to cook, someone stole your pot?
It wouldn't be.
So to all the underachieving, self loathing, low self esteem, low expectation having hater floozies that think playing second fiddle is a good idea....
Cease
and
desist.
Why? Why?? Mainly because of sex and/or money.For others companionship and perhaps cheap thrills (since sex could be lousy and the guy could be a broke-ass dude). All this bad behavior is always at someone else expense unfortunately. I guess it gives a whole new meaning to variety being the spice of life. But lets face it, in a perfect world of perfect marriages we'll all die of boredom. So we need to know about the floozies and the yam heads messing around so we can feel better with our relationships, perhaps even more superior. Ps: floozies are mostly overachieving, self absorbed, self loving, no expectation women who think playing any fiddle is a good idea. They aim to please and never resist. Yum Yum!!
ReplyDelete(Member of the Floozie Underground Committee Klan since 1999) Don't use acronym please..