My friend Tammy is a dramaqueen. She always has been and always will be. She’s the type of woman who enjoys all those things women are supposed to like: Money, shopping, rich people, nice fancy clothes and she drives a very expensive rig. She doesn’t work because her old man makes a very good living. Tammy and I are forever arguing about the warrants of all things that make women beautiful and desirable. According to her, I’m too down to earth and too real.

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