Because sometimes, you're just not quite sure about where you stand
About this Blog
This is a blog filled with hypothetical encounters with the opposite sex. Some of the authors post these encounters because they don't know what to do in face of such hypothetical situations. Others post them because they want to brag about what happened to them - hypothetically. And the remaining simply have a wild imagination. Want to be an author? Just ask. Just don't be cryptic, like members of the opposite sex.
Sore loser
Hypothetically, when a guy writes you a 10-page letter calling you a back-stabbing bitch/slut because you slept with his cooler friend, does that mean he wants your cooter? [Most definitely yes. And so upset that it ain't gonna happen].
You'd think that somewhere around the 6th page of his diatribe he'd realize that guys that write 10 page angry letters really don't get laid a lot... because of the fact that they write 10 page angry letters.
All the best writers (particularly those disillusioned by the world and writing with this kind of angst) are NEVER appreciated during their lifetime. Only posthumously, when we can appreciate their genius without actually having to laud the asshole, can we give credit where credit is due.
Too bad this guy will never be appreciated posthumously... at least not for this letter. I had my friend summarize the gist of it for me and then threw it into the infinite abyss that was my trash can.
You'd think that somewhere around the 6th page of his diatribe he'd realize that guys that write 10 page angry letters really don't get laid a lot... because of the fact that they write 10 page angry letters.
ReplyDeleteAll the best writers (particularly those disillusioned by the world and writing with this kind of angst) are NEVER appreciated during their lifetime. Only posthumously, when we can appreciate their genius without actually having to laud the asshole, can we give credit where credit is due.
Too bad this guy will never be appreciated posthumously... at least not for this letter. I had my friend summarize the gist of it for me and then threw it into the infinite abyss that was my trash can.
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