So last night I went to the bar with a bunch of friends. (Karaoke night. Woo.)
Since I don't drink (not to get drunk, anyway) I had two bottles of Kokanee, which isn't my usual drink, while the girls went up and sang.
And then Lindsay showed up. Now Lindsay is a nice girl and all, but she's a butterface. Hawt body, UGLY face. Oh, and a whore. Can't forget that whore part. She's there two minutes and she's got her tits up in some drunk guy's face.
I had to laugh. It would have been a fine night if the guy whose face she had her tits all up in wasn't Coral's boyfriend.
It would have been great had he not reacted in kind, throwing himself all over her.
It's no business of mine, mind you, except that Kelli & Erika love the fuck out of Coral, and the moment they bore witness to the event, the cell phones were ablazing.
I fucking hate drama. It's a vicious dope opera, and it does no good to anyone. Why can't they just leave well enough alone? Bah.
