Funny little fact? No one down here in Oklahoma or ‘the south’ knows who ‘the whore’ is…no one. My sister doesn’t remember her name, my friends can’t recall what her momma named her “What it’s not really ‘the whore?” Only I know and of course my husband.
Sometimes when I want to see him shudder? I use her real name…just to be a bitch. If I’m really pissed I call her his girlfriend, just to remind him “You slept with that..” But 99.9% of the time she is called ‘the whore’, someday I hope to refer to her no more, but let’s be honest we are a long way from there.
For some reason though? EVERYONE assumes they know who I’m referring to up north…in a town we will call Zedlav from here on out…they all assume they know who ‘the whore’ is. Now I never named names, I never called her out by any identifying marks (like her trashy tattoos), I never posted a picture or a name. I too live in a small town, actually it’s smaller, and if someone started writing a random blog about ‘A girl in Oklahoma” who lived in my town and was a whore? Yeah I don’t think people would say “Hey that’s Kelly”…why? I’m not a whore.
So if people in her small town are like “that’s Mary down at the bar” maybe it’s because they have already heard she’s a whore. So my advice to Mary? Stop being a whore, stop playing dress up, and for the love of all things HOLY…deepen your voice, stop puckering your lips and grow the HELL UP.
So I set my blog to private…please my friends stop threatening to kick my ass, I’m working on granting you all access. I am sick, Lou is sick, and I am having puppies….I mean my oldest son’s baby is having puppies…Listen I have had a bad, busy week!!! And it takes me awhile to figure all these blog settings out. But if you have a friend who wants to keep reading my blog with his morning coffee? Send me an email address, as soon as I’m done cleaning up puke and blood? I will get right on it….