Here’s another entry for the “Most Likely to Spawn Naughty Adsense” section, surely to net me a truckload of disappointed, angry
pervs who only came here because it contains the term “ginormous breasteses” and a few dick jokes, and an email account
full of angry women who will accuse me of betraying my gender and being totally
full of myself.
Thing is, dear fellow women, that this rant is mostly aimed
at you, anyway. Yes, you.
But Sandra, what the hell did I do and why
are you talking to me in a blog post about boobs?
I’m glad you asked.
Because if you’re one of those women who mumbles nasty words
under your breath when another pretty woman walks into the room, or if you talk
shit about your gal pal behind her back because the green eyed monster rears
its ugly head and snarls radioactive loogies every time she’s around, get
bent.
If you’re not one of those women, hit me up, we can totally
be friends.
Because, see, if you’re my friend and you walk into the room
looking like a rock star, I’m going to tell you that you look like a rock star,
and dammit, I’m going to mean it.
Though, not always a good thing…
