They’ve got terrible taste in men and both of them are in the midst of an especially terrible streak of bad luck lately. I’m not an asshole to their boyfriends without good reason. “Sleep with one eye open.”Īround them, the audience laughs and I take a moment to enjoy seeing my sisters so happy. “I’ll get you for this, girls,” I call, shaking my fist at them. As soon as I’ve got it tied in the back, I turn to face my sisters in the audience for the first time, glaring at them while they cackle like two hyenas. The damn thing is an extra large, but it’s still tight as a second layer of skin. Someone in a headset instructs me to don my apron and I do so while chuckling. On a reality baking for horrible bakers called You’ve Been Ambushed. They did think of it, though, so here I am. I never thought of nominating them for a reality show against their will. My sisters have finally gotten their revenge.Īfter years of me bullying their lame-ass boyfriends and leaving fake spiders on the dashboards of their cars, the two of them have banded together for the ultimate payback-and I have to say I’m impressed.
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