How much shit can a dip shit shit
I got to talking with my Facey friends about dipshits.
Like, I recently worked with an old friend. And god, to have someone who can write and take direction and make it fun and not annoy the shit out of me, priceless.
And like, I always hated some dipshit I was bullied into a relationship with. Men really do find you at your best and leave you at your worst. And again, how I hated his “let me call you up to tell you about ME” shit. Now you see Travis Kelce measuring up beyond any measure of a man. And Travis makes these dipshits look even dip-shittier than they already did.
And do I even need to talk about the biggest dipshit of them all. The treadmill dipshit who insists on making me look stupid in 17-person chats. You know how I look? Just fine to the other 15 people. One messaged me to say god that one lacks emotional intelligence doesn’t she. Like, yup. That’s one way of putting it. I stopped responding in that group chat after I got insulted by 8 a.m. today. I messaged people on the side, as I will always help them. Just don’t need her shit anymore.
Oh, the queen of the dipshits is probably here looking for something about herself. Nah. Not worth it. Never was or will be worth it.