I heard a song the other day while I was at the store. A country song. You know, you're just going along, minding your own business. Shopping. Relaxing. In no hurry. Then the lyrics intrude on your reverie. The words. Faintly heard. I've really no idea the name of the song. I only remember hearing something about a man who cheated and he has a woman who is good enough to give him another chance. Aw.. how sweet. He appreciates his woman. Hey wait a minute? What? You mean to tell me that letting a cheating asshole stay around is called being a good woman? And if you tell him to fuck off, then you're a bad woman? Well then give me the crimson letter and give me plenty, because I'm gonna sew them on each and every piece of clothing I have. I am a bad, bad woman!
Oh wait. Everyone already knew that.
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Pussyhouse,
Where did you get that old Chi Chi's outfit? I'd like a chimichanga with a side of sour cream and a big margarita.
I see you have met the senor. NIceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Love the thought here, I would have to say that being a bad woman must be what I am too. He would have to be pretty damn good to deserve a second chance, I wonder if he would feel the same about you cheating?
Yes, indeed.
I am goint to guess that song was tritten by a man. LOL.
Seriously, about half of the songs men seem to sing are about how sorry they are that they messed up. Actually, they are probably just sorry they got caught.
Man, I dont know that song, but I dont like country either..haha
happy egg day to you to my dear;)
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