If I had that kind of money and connections, I would look SO FUCKING GOOD ALL THE TIME, even with my lumpy body, because I know how to dress my damn self.
"Hey remember that time you flirted with a girl who would later break up the long-term relationship of two of your friends, one of whom you would also go on to have sex with? Oh and the one you slept with was also the best friend of the one-time-love-of-your-life-or-whatever (whose office was 30 feet from the spot you were flirting at in the first sentence), and you met them when you moved here with your ex-girlfriend who also works in the same building?"
Ann Rule just said that Hilton Head is “scarcely 100 miles” from Raiford prison in Florida.
People really listen to Neil Young?
So I am reading this Ted Bundy book, and there are some things I just can’t get past.
- The constant descriptions of him as handsome. Stop. He’s one plainfaced motherfucker, I don’t care how many people he murdered. Were people in the 70s that hard up for actual handsome dudes?
- See also: intelligent. This guy was a B+ at best, calm down. Again: not stupid, but not actually OMG SO SMART YOU GUYS.
- Also she keeps dropping “retarded” and it’s awful.