Ever since my Ex and I split up, it seems that the majority of men I become involved with go by some sort of nickname. And they all start with the letter 'B.' For the most part. First there was Buzzard. Then came Bird. Crash. Bling. Tank. Buddah. And various ones whose real first names start with the letter B, but I'm leaving them out to protect the guilty parties.
Just a weird observation of mine.
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- Dana
- Photographer, aspiring writer, living the rock star life on a blue collar budget. I write about whatever moves me - my family, my love life, drinking and music. Seriously, I can't make this shit up.
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