I love going back to the fraternity house and catching up with all the grads there.  No, not because I really like any of them.  Instead, they give me material for my content-starved website.  Take, for example, the Bouv.

What? Yes, I don't actually give people real nicknames, I just shorten their names and put "the" in front of them, like the Bouv and the Suze.  Don't like it?  Go to hell, the Net.

Anyway.  The Bouv tells us some news about the girl formerly known as BouvGirl.  We still call her BouvGirl cause we never learned her name - I'm not even sure the Bouv learned her name.  Turns out BouvGirl just had her 5th abortion.  (Way to dodge that bullet, the Bouv).  This is what happens when you date someone who goes to the local all-girls college - they are too stupid to open a condom or take a pill, they just keep having abortion after abortion.   If you kept getting into car accidents, wouldn't you start being a more careful driver, instead of just buying new cars every time?

Later that night, I was thinking about BouvGirl while in the supermarket, and I passed the greeting cards.  It seemed like there was a void that I needed to fill...


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