The male employee who hit on me at the hospital heard her and the two of them exchanged nasty smiles when they walked past each other.
On my way to the restroom, a male nurse was in the office, picking his nose.
A vicious ad is on television, the recent one about how "Nothing can replace your boyfriend, Brad," describing a fictional woman's obsession following the demise of a relationship. I I have never had a boyfriend named Brad, nor have I ever sought one.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 21, 2014 @ 11:44 a.m.
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