Like It’s MY Fault You’re A Fuckwit
Until tonight, I had not seen Hot Moron since this brief shirtless sighting. Prior to that I had not talked to him since his attempt to win over my affections with red meat. –shakes head in direction of his apartment–
Come on now sweetie, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that if the equation HOT GUY + STEAKS = HAPPY MEAT LOVIN’ VIX doesn’t add up, it’s because there’s another factor missing. Like (-) COMMON FUCKING SENSE, (-) KNOWING WHEN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, or perhaps (-) A MALIGNANT CASE OF DUMBASS.
