100 Thoughts You Have When You See Your Ex With His New Girlfriend
- Huh, that guy kinda looks like…
- …wait, what?
- WHAT?!
- So I guess mullets are back in fashion now.
- And I didn’t get the memo about dungarees being a thing.
- Now I KNOW that Crocs aren’t cool.
- Ick.
- I wish that girl would move out of the way so I can pick him apart some more.
- Hold on, she isn’t…?
- She IS!
- Well, if that’s what he traded me in for, I’m insulted.
- Wait, would it better if she was hot?
- IS she hot?
- Maybe I just have a bad angle.
- Maybe she’s Megan Fox.
- My ex-boyfriend is dating Megan Fox.
- I need to consider my life choices.
- Why isn’t Benedict Cumberbatch responding to my numerous Facebook friend requests?
- Doesn’t he know who I am?
- Who am I, anyway?
- And what’s the meaning of life, for that matter?
- She has really good hair.
- Maybe she pays tiny men to place each strand of hair just right.
- I bet they iron the shafts, too.
- Shaft. LOL
- Come on, I don’t have all day. Turn around.
- I bet she’s got a bad case of butter face.
- Or maybe a massive wart on the end of her nose.
- Or maybe she’s like the anti-Medusa.
- Like, if she looked at me, she’d be so beautiful that I’d cry and combust in an explosion of something.
- My brain is saying Skittles.
- Mmm, Skittles…
- TURN AROUND.
- Well clearly she’s being deliberately difficult.
- Just turn ar—nope. Definitely not hot.
- And also possibly pregnant.
- I am a bad feminist.
- Oh, and now they’re holding hands.
- Great, good, good for you, well done.
- I also have hands. Hands that obviously weren’t good enough for you.
- I should stop looking at this.
- I can feel my self-esteem crumbling like cake.
- Mmm, cake…
- I should list all the reasons I’m glad I’m single. That’s productive.
- OK, reason number one…this is actually really difficult.
- Oh, God. Now they’re kissing.
- PDAs should be punishable by death.
- There should be firing squads hanging out on the streets, just waiting to kill anyone who engages in tongue action.
- STOP TOUCHING HER BUTT!
- Are they just hanging around outside my place of work on purpose?
- Is this a ruse? Is that what this is?
- I’m not sure I know the proper meaning of ruse…
- Better consult dictionary.com.
- RUSE. A noun meaning a trick, stratagem or artifice. Is that the word I want?
- Seriously, get a room.
- Public sex is definitely illegal.
- Ugh, I hate couples.
- ALL couples.
- That’s a good thing about being single. I don’t have to be gross and icky and…
- …STOP IT!
- Why are there no angry old ladies stopping this?
- Like an army of angry old ladies with walking sticks and Zimmer frames packed with automatic flick knives?
- Or exploding grannies like in Worms.
- Worms was an awesome game…
- I am going to KILL THEM.
- Also there’s really no need to be THAT into him. I mean he has a mullet, for God’s sake.
- This feels like porn.
- Perhaps I just spaced out watching porn.
- I’m going to pinch myself. Then I will know for…
- …OUCH!
- And they’re still kissing and touching and possibly procreating.
- I hate my life.
- It’s fine, because he has a mullet and I never even liked him anyway.
- His best friend, however…
- …hey, I wonder what happened to his best friend.
- I wonder if he’s single.
- To Facebook!
- Score!
- OK, ahem… “Haven’t seen you in ages. Would be sooo good to catch up some time!!! ☺☺☺”
- Too many o’s.
- Too many exclamation marks.
- Too many smiley faces.
- What am I? Like twelve?
- I’m just going to back away from this possibly disastrous and mortifying situation and…
- …well, well, what do we have here?
- Oh, so her name is Beatrice?
- Beatrice? Like Beatrice Potter?
- Oh no, that’s Beatrix.
- Beatrice is still a really dumb name, though.
- Or possibly a really cool name in disguise.
- Oh look, Beatrice saves African children.
- Beatrice is a vet.
- Beatrice plays lead guitar in a punk band.
- Well, Beatrice can suck it.
- I am done with Facebook.
- Stupid Beatrice, ruining Facebook for me.
- And possibly the whole Internet for all I know.
- I might be traumatized. I might have PTSD…
- Ohmygosh, Beatrice held a MONKEY! Look at the eedy beedy cutey wutey money.
- OK, now I want to date Beatrice.