So Candy and Sarah over at Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books are holding a “best breakup story” contest.
Man, I love me some break-up stories. I’m so tempted to enter. After all, I have a phenomenal breakup story. It’s really top notch. If you ply me with enough liquor next time you see me, I might even tell you. How many breakup stories involve five hundred people and gold lame hot pants? I thought so.
But I’m not entering. Gottta protect the innocent as well as the not-so.
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