why my girlfriend is better...
an overheard conversation 'tween two (2) of my cowerkers went something like this:
annoying vapid princess A: i got my wedding photos the other day and she (the friend who was the photographer) was terrible. like there was only one picture of the cake!
annoying vapid princess B: oh my god. i would have been livid!
its a fucking cake! seriously how many pictures of the damn thing do you need to grow old looking at. oh, but you know nothing makes me angrier at one of my friends and makes me want TO FUCK UP THEIR FACE WITH A CROWBAR more than when THEY DON'T TAKE ENOUGH PICTURES OF MY FUCKING CAKE! and there may be no better way to make your dinner guests say "oh gosh, look at the time! we'd better get home before the kids start raping the babysitter and cramming frozen goldfish up their asses." than getting out a wedding album that has 3 (three) pages of cake photos. unless your dinner guest is annoying vapid princess B, in which case she would surely be entertained because long ago her husband would have turned to soliciting prostitutes dressed as librarian/biochemists rather than attempting to fill the significant intellectual vacuum in their marriage.
annoying vapid princess A: i got my wedding photos the other day and she (the friend who was the photographer) was terrible. like there was only one picture of the cake!
annoying vapid princess B: oh my god. i would have been livid!
its a fucking cake! seriously how many pictures of the damn thing do you need to grow old looking at. oh, but you know nothing makes me angrier at one of my friends and makes me want TO FUCK UP THEIR FACE WITH A CROWBAR more than when THEY DON'T TAKE ENOUGH PICTURES OF MY FUCKING CAKE! and there may be no better way to make your dinner guests say "oh gosh, look at the time! we'd better get home before the kids start raping the babysitter and cramming frozen goldfish up their asses." than getting out a wedding album that has 3 (three) pages of cake photos. unless your dinner guest is annoying vapid princess B, in which case she would surely be entertained because long ago her husband would have turned to soliciting prostitutes dressed as librarian/biochemists rather than attempting to fill the significant intellectual vacuum in their marriage.