We may have disagreed about Best Week Ever, we may have wanted different things from our imaginary pet dogs, we may have had near knockdown drag out fights over ampersands, the role of criticism in culture and something referred to as “yelling at the duckling,” but when I put forth a recent plea for links to “We Need a Little Christmas,” you not only found one, but you found the best one. Thank you.
Uh, well, I don’t have anything to add to the theme seeing as how it’s an old boyfriend thingie. I’ve yet to find any use I can get from my ex’s. So I’ll just venture off into my own deranged thought. I don’t claim this to be any sort of original idea, cause I know it’s no, but it still holds dear to my heart. Okay, let’s get to it:
Does anyone but myself understand how disgusting it is when they show on t.v. the morning after two people that hooked up, always share a deep meaningful french-kiss? Not to mention the disgusting remants that remain after an all night sex romp. When I wake up the morning after from having a romantic evening whineing and dining my blow up doll, the last thing I want to do is kiss it in the mouth. I would just like for once that they would keep it real, and at least one of the partners say, ” I need to go freshen up.” Well, I think I’ve rambled long enough. I seemed to have amused myself. I need to go tidy up the place before I get the air pump out.
Michael. “the distored thinker.”
Louisiana.
What can ya say about exes? There’s reasons they’re exes. But then they do something nice. It’s always thrown me.
“But I’m just a caveman, your world confuses me.”
B.G.
You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both…