January 2008
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episode 3: Why you talkin’ shit, yo?
The episode opens with the hens clucking about what Bret really wants. Lemme answer that for: Big tits and a vagina. Done and done.
The women get a note from Bret and find themselves at a roller rink. Basically, the women are gonna skate around the rink and protect ‘Baby Bret’ (a doll.) The women are then introduced to some roller derby chicks including Lacey from last season....
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Wham Bam
The birds do it and the bees do it,
Why can’t we go through with it?
You don’t need to bring flowers to my door
I’m not into those things anymore
No time for idle chit chat
I really don’t care for any of that
I just wanna do do do do do do do it.
Do do do do do do do it.
I don’t need any scented candles
Just, please, pay no attention to my love handles
No...
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male pattern boldness
By the end of week one you’re confident in your decision.
By the end of week two you’re rethinking everything and wanting forgiveness.
By the end of week three you’re bold enough to ask for forgiveness.
By the end of week four you’ve gotten what you think you might want.
By the end of week five you’re the happiest you’ve been in a long while.
By the end of...
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episode 2: Will you please cover your damn bits?
This episode opens with Drunkey McGee (Courtney) finally waking up. She’s all, “Wha? What happened?” What happened is that your skank ass got drunk and he eliminated your ass. “I’m a sweet, caring girl but I’m also a black out drunk. If that’s not what he wants than maybe he’s better off.” Seriously? I think we’re all better off without a...
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episode 1: Who are these bitches?
Ah, another season of whores throwing themselves at an aging ‘rock star.’ I don’t know about you, but I am EXCITED!
This season opens with all the pleather clad women standing outside Bret’s mansion. Don’t worry, it’s a brand new mansion. The other one was booze and semen soaked.
I’d like to introduce all the women but, alas, they all look the same and...
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"I woke up this morning with a piece of past...
A year ago, things were completely different.
I was a mess. I had such a huge ache in my heart that most days I couldn’t even breathe. I slept far too much and when I was awake, I walked around like a zombie. I couldn’t bear to venture outside the walls of my apartment out of fear that I would see what he left me for. I had never been so full of hate and depression in my entire life....
Sometimes, I feel like I am 16 again. I’m crying over some asshole boy that doesn’t like me, some bitch is writing shit about me on a bathroom wall and I’m anxiously awaiting for my crush to notice me. Is adulthood really much different from high school?