Mean Girls

Last night the hubby and I were watching some guys on TV fire things at each other's balls.

I know, quality.

I said that I didn't get boys, "They are SOOO mean!"

"What do you mean BOYS are mean, girls are SOOOO much more mean!"

More quality, right?

But he is right, not to offend any of my fellow ladies, but we are EVIL. We don't aim for physical harm, we aim for emotional and psychological, you know, the kind that doesn't heal with a cast and where the pain lingers on much longer.

While I don't think aiming for others emotions are the best way to vent our insecurities, I also think if we were to all fire at each other's vaginas, we wouldn't have enough V-Strength to give birth and the world population would come to an end.

In honor of saving the world population (Because I'm awesome.), I thought we could all use a little confession time, you know, like we are all good church girls (And boys, guess you guys can play too...).

I call it, "Meanest thing you've ever EVER Done and may or may not Regret."

This is going to be such a fun game! And no judging.

Confession:

In fourth grade (P.S. I can't believe I'm telling you guys this, I feel horrible.), I spit in this girl's face because I thought (and maybe even told her) she was ugly.

Yeah, yikes huh?

After, I cried at her mercy and begged her not to tell on me.

She didn't.

I wish I remembered her name because I bet she is some Victoria Secret model all hot and rich with perky boobs. AND, I am happy for her if that is the case because the bottom of my boobs fall asleep at night from the saggy booby cutting off skin circulation and I'm sure Victoria Secret doesn't want any of that crap on their runway.

That is my confession...


Ohhh, YOUR TURN!

Remember, this is to save the population. No pressure.