Originally Posted by ATDrake
Sure. Is the holiday boozing of the rum-laced eggnog done alone while surrounded by a mountain of used tissues and newly-bought Boxing Week sale shoes to drown the protagonist's sorrows of a love-life gone horribly, hilariously wrong with an Xmas breakup (just in time for a New Year's triumph with a trade-up matchup), or does the dump and rebounding-with-a-hotter-younger-model happen just in time to flaunt the new boy-toy in front of the old ex at the party she was dreading to attend until the decorative arm candy* came along?
These little details matter, y'know.
Well, the Brits do call the ladies "birds"... Mind you, some of them will be closer to cougars than spring chickens.
* Nutritious and delicious! Tastes just like chicken a dish best served cold!
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