I can’t shake the feeling that Hagar the Whore-ible was in town recently.
I used to feel sorry that the good guy thought that mess was all he deserved.
After all, I date very classy men, who like to have fun, classy broads like me on their arm.
Men typically don’t settle the way women often do.
Puzzling, really.
And so it makes one wonder if everyone gets exactly what they deserve or, at least, whatever they aspire to.