Thank you to the morons who decide to demolish all of the culture in Myrtle Beach: I love to pass by a cleared field (where the Pavilion used to be) and like we really need more miniature golf courses (The Chesterfield Inn). It’s absolutely ridiculous! Where am I supposed to get my culture from? This is my home, born and raised! Stop tearing it down you idiots!
CHICKS DIG A-HOLES, PART IV
Who ever wrote that about girls dating A holes hit the nail on the head. To the girls who date abusive guys, it only gets worse until it is too late. Go to the cops and get something to protect yourself and LEAVE!!!
PIMPIN’ AIN’T EASY
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Thank you creepy old man who owns that place on 707 for making your underage daughter prance around in front of your store wearing a toga and holding a sign that might as well read “ABDUCT ME”. I look forward to seeing her in her golden sash and crown on a daily basis.
CHICKS DIG A-HOLES, PART V
Dated the biggest a-hole for the past year. Total pothead at 58, broke, liar, cheater, loser, has no boundaries and stole from me. Beware as he is lurking around town looking for his next victim so he can have her pay his bills, listen to his nonsense (he thinks he should be in the football hall of fame when he only played HS football), sit in the next room while he is online constantly with his AOL chatroom, POF profiles, yahoo chatroom and God knows what else (but he states he is just reading the news online). I know for a fact he cheated on me when he was out of town for work – and I basically paid for his car repair bill and his travel expenses – and how do I get repaid? He cheats on me and either hired hookers or has some freak that cross dresses and they play “lesbian bitch” – whatever that is? He is a pathetic excuse for a “man” when really he wants someone to boss him around, take care of him and allow him to screw around.
SIGNS, SIGNS, EVERYWHERE SIGNS
Thank you to whoever decided campaign signs had to be small. Still too many, but at least they’re tiny.