Sunday, January 23, 2011
Hey Raichel, You're A Tooil.
So many ways to go here. And despite the unnecessary I in her name let's focus on the profession. Manscaper. Isn't that a little like describing your job as Powerpoint? Sure, you do some waxing but are you limited to men? Seems kind of niche. Maybe go with spa worker. Oh, I get it. It's cute and funny. Manscaper. Play on words. Why don't you leave the jokes to the professionals like Chris Harrison and concentrate on looking less like Snooki.
Get Over Yourself Honey
I'm no Rex Ryan but I know a little something about womens footwear. They should compliment the leg. Finish it. Make it more elegant. These look like you stepped in a vat of Hubba Bubba. So yeah, Brad noticed them. They way you notice a cold sore. So bring it down a notch or the Ashely S's of the world are gonna leave you in their vapors. Jesus. Act like a professional for once.
This is How You Play the Game
Color me impressed. Fun. Flirty. No references to mistakes from Brad's past. And a finger up the caboose at the end. Don't sleep on this chick. She's playing for keeps.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I'm Sorry I Didn't Get Fake Engaged To You
Jenny, I'm sorry I had the audacity of not getting engaged to you for a few months. Deanna, you've shown me the true meaning of love: getting fake engaged on the bachelor, breaking it off then going on the bachelorette, getting fake engaged again then getting engaged again. It's the way Keats drew it up.
If I self immolate in front of you both, will you see that this time I'm here for the right reasons?
Love,
Brad
Yawn. Been There Done That.
And Away We Go...
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