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7/23/2009 3:50:44 PM
They would all hate each other because they were all jealous of the previous one when I was dating them becasue I stayed friends with most exes and talked to them regularly.They'd all still want to talk to me, though.
7/23/2009 3:58:27 PM
I can't imagine so much evil being in 1 room
7/23/2009 4:24:40 PM
all our exes since when? after college? college? high school? middle school? lol i need to know where to start
7/23/2009 7:34:16 PM
If you put all my exes at a table, you'd have an empty table.
7/23/2009 7:41:18 PM
7/23/2009 11:27:46 PM
This thread cracks me up - probably because I'm mentioned in two of these things, and both have grossly overestimated how much I currently care about how horribly they treated me back then and/or the other girls they dated since me. My three exes still adore me (one as a friend, two are still completely and totally in love with me). However, two of the three also HATE each other. With good reason, though not entirely my fault. I'm not the only girl they have in common. I still see/talk to them all occasionally to catch up, so there would be no awkwardness on my end. Pretty much, it'd be Mr. Frat-tastic and Scuba Steve doing their best not to commit a criminal offense, and Mr. Personality making jokes to lighten the mood. I'd be sitting back with a glass of wine, watching it all happen. It'd probably make a good reality show.
7/26/2009 10:03:29 PM
the conversation would not go welli was the one who broke up with all but 1 of my exes.
7/26/2009 10:05:50 PM
I would need a big fucking table. Some would talk to me, some wouldn't. I would try to bang them all again except for the ones that got fat...and I'd still prob try to bang them anyways.
7/26/2009 10:06:32 PM
7/26/2009 11:11:01 PM
I'd talk to you roger girl I still feel as if we're pretty close, even after our little 'incident']
7/26/2009 11:11:40 PM
yay! at least someone would talk to me then
7/26/2009 11:13:51 PM
the debutante would talk constantly about her husband and their new house, order the most expensive champagne on my tab, get drunk, and start crying. the stripper (who I met in rehab) would have to go to the bathroom about 10 times to do blow, then ask to borrow money, and hit on every dude in the place to try and make me jealous. the schoolteacher would be polite, make small talk, and leave early. me and the model would reminisce about high school, I'd try to get her to come home with me, and get shot down. the artist chick would laugh at me for getting shot down and then after everyone else left get hammered with me at the bar.[Edited on July 26, 2009 at 11:29 PM. Reason : ..]
7/26/2009 11:15:11 PM