Last summer, my fabulous brother dated some skank. Said skank then fucked up gloriously and that was the end of her. A few weeks back, she drunkenly called Alex in the middle of the night to apologize. He didn’t even realize who he was talking to until about 5 minutes into the conversation. After all, he’s in mad love with a stone cold fox who loves him right back. Of course, Alex was very polite and hurried off the phone with the poor girl.
He called me the next day to regale me with the conversation.
“Did you tell her about Amanda?”
“Why? Who fucking cares, Beth. She’s lame… Plus, that’s the punch that you don’t throw.”
My boy’s all class, folks.
Last night, the rocket scientist calls again. She has no recollection of her first call. She apparently giggled through her apology yet again, unaware that she had done the same thing ages ago and unaware that Alex's girlfriend is listening to every word. How embarrassing! Now, Alex is getting annoyed. The next time she calls, Amanda’s going to get on the phone with her. And, let me just say people, we should sell tickets. This is going to rock…