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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Don't you wish your boyfriend was an A**hole like me?

Ever wonder why some girls always land the guys that are DBags? I have. I just assumed it was because there are women who like a man who can relate to what it feels like to get waxed, or that they are such hard workers--going door-to-door selling for that summer sales company. I've been baffled that girls would do anything for a ride in the jacked-up truck (despite not being able to climb into them by themselves)--not seeming to care that it will likely get repoed before the summer's end... This is one of the great mysteries of life. How do some girls always land the A**holes? Well, I have found the answer, The Complete A**Holes guide to Handling Chicks. I wonder if there are window stickers of the cover art in the back of the book, with wings of course.




[Side note: I seriously saw the truck described above today. Really? I will post pictures of it soon.]