The other night I was at a party for work when I met the President DB (and by DB, I mean, Douche Bag, just to be clear). And, if you’ve read this blog in the past, you’ll recognize that I run into a long line of DB’s while I’m out and about. It’s not wonder… Read More
I find myself having to blog about this guy even though I’ve never met him, never intend to, and hope I never have to. The only way I can classify him is “douchey.” His online dating profile picture is of him flexing his muscles in front of a mirror. Cue the eye-rolling… The rest of… Read More