Sunday, February 1, 2009
Let's just say for argument's sake that you knocked off your wife. I'm not saying you did, this is just for fun, so play along, okay? The way I look at it as a women's libber (don't worry, I don't have hairy legs or wear Birkenstocks! LOL!), if Laci never bothered to take swimming lessons, then she should accept full responsibility for drowning. Duh! Would it have been too much trouble for Miss High and Mighty to get off her lazy butt and learn the basic crawl stroke at the local YMCA? I saw her photo in People magazine, and the poor girl was a real tubby which would have caused her to sink to the bottom of the lake faster than a stone, so she has only herself to blame for all that extra weight. Dude, it's not your fault she refused to diet and exercise! I'm a hottie who's in awesome shape (36-24-36), and would have easily made it back to shore (wait till you see me in my smokin' string bikini)! And even though I can't swim for shit, at least I sort of know how to dog paddle, which is more than I can say for your codependent, deceased Missus! That's the main difference between Laci and myself: I'm going to be a supermodel who will always have the wherewithal to save my own ass if one of my hot-tempered fuck buddies becomes jealous of my crush on you and decides to do me in. Sheesh! It's not rocket science! You need a strong, take-charge gal like me in your life, not some passive bimbo who doesn't have the brains or skill to keep her empty head above water. My point is, the fairer sex is never going to achieve equality in the world if we don't stop waiting around for men to rescue us. We are women, hear us roar!