Optional Audio Imagine Dragons, Whatever it Takes.

Truth and Honesty. It’s Important.

My Side Girl and Her Boyfriend Stopped By.

To pick up her Bible.

And a card from her Mother.

She said she was going to stop by. She didn’t mention she was bringing him.

Some Girls Just Cheat. And that’s how I know her.

Hear me out. I’m a victim! Yes, it’s true.

Revenge Sex. She Used Me.

Live the Golden Rule.

Do to others as you would yourself… or something like that.

What you may or may not know is some girls cheat because they were cheated on. They plan to go back to him, after they do you. Really, really well. To make a point.

Depending on how hot and passionate the girl is, it’s a heck of an experience.

The problem is if this goes on for let’s say a gallon of Tito’s over 3 days and you fall in love with her.

Because she’s Gorgeous. Not beautiful. But Gorgeous. Hot and beautiful and a bit more. Gorgeous. Absolutely. The girl on the article banner looks just like her. Imagine this girl whispering “I love you.” as she rides you… for three days. Straight. Ahh… heart breaker.

So where we are getting is… as much as I wanted to believe that she love me… and she does, she loves another guy a lot more.

And that’s tough to put in perspective after three days of the best love and sex with a super cute and hot girl.

This girl goes outside and men just show up around her. like in the back driveway. You’re like… “What the? Bro Leave. I got this.” That hot. And I married a Tittle Miss USA beauty queen.

The sweet part is I didn’t finish this article. Not to sound like a douche, but I got interrupted by the Manifestation of Cleopatra and this girl took two months of my time, every moment… and I adored her friendship. And the best lover… which is a darn good excused for not finishing. Respectfully.

Where I’m going with that is the super Hot Girl threw a shit fit and started digging through my stuff. Just looking for shit. Grubbing. I said, “Girl, get the fuck out.” It took my buddy standing at the door, but I watched her “fuck you’re hot” ass walk out the door with one flip flop. And down the sidewalk.

Well, it wasn’t even noon on Sunday and that justified my fairly high moral expectations not to steal or get super wasted before noon, reasonable expectations. Sure enough… she was red eyed and fired up. Not to sound like a jerk, but you don’t plow this girl with everything you have until 5:50 am, she’s borderline shitty the next day. Does whatever she wants. And that’s a no go.