Well! Since you've already provided me with a lovely story today (sort of, by way of Hercules), here's one in return. A bunch of boys felt like they needed to brag about their entirety of their conquests. And look, these weren't conquests. These were, "I'm so desperate to win I talked to a girl in a library and said it was a hookup." Very pathetic. My BFF and I decided to turn the tables on them. To show how truly desperate they were. We walked the head of these loser boys into a trap and showed him a bad time in a hot tub with some maple syrup. (It's a Riverdale thing.) Said BFF wore Uma Thurman's wig from Pulp Fiction. It was wild. And she really got into it, like she became possessed with the ghost of a different person.
When it was all said and done, we got a lecture for our vigilantism, but I don't actually regret it. Sans Betty acting like a different person. I'd pass on that. For her sake.
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When it was all said and done, we got a lecture for our vigilantism, but I don't actually regret it. Sans Betty acting like a different person. I'd pass on that. For her sake.