we’ve been sitting in conflict for the past few days, attempting to determine the correct course of action. this is an extremely rare condition for bras and ranties to be in, you realize, as the majority of our life decisions are made on instinctual, gut reaction. but this one’s getting at us. naturally, we thought it best to turn to you.
the shortest-story: friend’s new man is a heaping spoonful of douche. fact. she’d heard rumors but chosen to dismiss them, a sentiment we’d initially agreed with. after all, you’ve gotta do your thang. in the meantime, she’s fallen head over heels. all was well until the weekend when the fucktard went for it avec moi. needless to say, he was shut down.
now while we realize ya’ll are likely insisting we inform her of this development post-haste, take a moment. we’ve seen this episode of 90210, and it did not end pretty.as such, our official point of view on the matter will be to plead the fifth and neither hear nor speak any thing at all. in gold foil, if we are allowed a preference. life is meant to be lived, not cockblocked by your friends. if her beau’s a douche she’ll determine as such without our involvement. and don’t worry, he’s been warned. don’t you agree?