Poor Fred...

This pisses me off.

My best friend –let’s call him “Fred”— got strung along, until the bitch was found out.

Apparently for a while she kept saying that she wasn’t ready for a relationship.

Well anyway:
Apparently he saw her at Hoopfest with a bunch of people, and this guy standing next to her had his hand on her back, and kept sliding it down, down and down until he said he had to leave.

Then on the fourth, at Riverfront, him and another friend of ours were going to watch fireworks (Let’s call him, Coffee) Well, Coffee and Fred got separated and Coffee saw Fred’s girl MAKING OUT with the asshand guy!

WHAT THE HELL!?

So he’s freaking out. Eventually ends up ditched by the people he was with (Coffee and the mysterious friend with commodities of the relaxing kind) before the fireworks start. And he spots one of the guys from Bitchgirl’s group.

So, naturally, Fred goes to talk to him. Eventually they end up on the subject of Bitchgirl, and Fred drops the news about her make-out session with Asshand guy. He freaked out and apparently said: “She told me she was gonna make out with ME for my birthday!”

So now we must call Bitchgirl, “Brazenhobag”.

So apparently Fred and Brazenhobag are gonna be friends, except Fred doesn’t WANT to be her friend anymore.

Well, Brazenhobag is old news now, anyway; Fred has a date for “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday or Friday”! With a really cute gymnast I’m suddenly going to call “Wonder Woman”

So I hope Brazenhobag is happy with her probable thirteen boyfriends.