The Bad, The Ugly, and the Blessed Ones…

The party was so big, it became this huge techno rave. There were circus acts and bunnies on roller skates handing out drinks and there was a regular blizzard going on in the bathroom. The whole place was packed with bunch of freaks…

“Why are we here again?” I asked Christy while looking at the bunnies on skates. “It's Greico's birthday. Remember last year at Fraser's suite?” Christy says while the bunnies handed our first round of drinks.

“I am an insect!” Grieco shouted flashing his toothy smile. Everyone laughed along with him but soon lapsed into an uncomfortable silence because one of the biggest butterflies enters the parade. “What is she doing here?” Christy gushes. “Grieco is weird just like his parties so he invited the entire animal kingdom.” Tricia says while handing her drink to Paolo. “Oh no. Isn't that the same girl that…” Tricia didn't let Paolo finish anymore and goes “yes, she's the brownie who my ex played with.”

“This isn't high school anymore so quit it. We just got here and I'm enjoying myself.” I said while waiting for Paolo's validation. “Alvs, you shouldn't be drinking. I'm in the mood for some feisty style-over-substance action tonight. Look at her. Style is really the province of the wealthy and the knowing. She's always partially undone by a sea change in the social climate and a corresponding retreat into drab.” Tricia says as the whole group erupted in cheers!

Darn, some of my friends can really be so baaaaaaaadddddddddd….

Wait, we're not done yet…

“Sweetie, her presence is like the latest mobile phone. It has the tendency to be the loudest object in the room, outclassing everything, including its owner. You feel you're doing it disservice by placing it next to her.” Christy says while we all wonder in awe.

“She'll never get there. She'll forever wonder how it feels like to have your own booth and roped-off reserved couches in parties. Anyway, time to go. I'm not about to have my pictures taken on the same party with that ho!”  Tricia said after downing her last shot.

Say it… SO BAD!!!

In our group, you break one's heart then you mess with everyone. Life can't be peachy keen when Tricia sees the “brownie” because she was so hurt with how the little puss seduced and stole her ex.

This may seem perverse but it's one thing to miss the saltiness of Telly Savalas, another to romanticize urban blight, but even breeding is something you can occasionally have too much of.
I really don't have any respect for people who cheat. I consider them the lowest back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag!

Peace everyone!