blanch loves her friends, but sometimes they sleep with stupid girls. sometimes these girls can be described with the word, “twit,” short for “nitwit” (also slightly less vulgar than the word i actually want to say).
this weekend my friend ev** introduced me to a “twit.” she was really annoying, the kind of annoying that ruins a good joke or drinks the last beer on earth in the middle of a snow storm.
she asked me if i was growing dreads. i am not.
but when she dragged my friend away for the night, she mistook a $50 dollar bill for a $5, and the two hours spent listening to the shrill of her voice hurt a little bit less.