Brad deserves better and by better I mean me. Angie will be fine. I mean, if you listen to various sources or everybody on the planet (tomato, tomatoe) she's like drop dead gorgeous or something (Screwface). If you subscribe to what most call facts and I call blatant lie telling, both men and women would kill to straddle her, but whatever, I don't see it. Besides, what do they know any way. Most people are so doped up on Xanax they can't even see straight yet alone form a rational opinion. I'm just saying.
Don't get me wrong, she's ok, I guess, if you're into flawless skin, a perfect body, and the face of a goddess. Not to mention she has the fertility of at least two bunny rabbits. Men like that sorta thing, so she'll have no shortage of potential replacements once I snatch Brad from her clutches. It's the right thing to do because Brad deserves better and by better I mean me.
So fingers crossed that yesterday was one of those rare days Angie gave him permission to use the internet, and he logs into FabSugar, because clearly that's the first site he would visit, right?! Just go with it. It's my delusion, and I say he goes there first. In your delusion you can send him wherever you want. But I digress. Once he sees me in those leather shorts. What?! Done and Done! Zahra can kiss her daddy goodbye, because I'm not letting him go back. And just in case my plan doesn't work, today I opted to pair flare jeans, a striped tee, and a flowy jacket in the hopes that lightning will strike twice, and my look will get chosen again. Brad has been known to fall for a jeans and tee kinda girl. For him, I can be that and more (not that type of "more" nasty).
Enjoy your day and have a great weekend! Thanks for stopping by<3