And so, I do the only thing that a reasonable, sane, mature, twenty-five year old woman who’s just been dumped on national television would do: I reach up, grab the back of his head… and dunk his stupid blind-bat face in the vat of wrong-color-red frosting. Fa la la la la la la la la.
i don't think it would look good on tv for her. but in reality he deserves it. that terrible, no good cheating prick. why are guys such dicks?
