I finally got the nerve to tell this Jerk Face off for telling lies about me!

 

October 16, 1964, Thursday. Saw Bob and told him off!

Sandy and I went to the Football game. We put streamers all over my 57 Chevy. The game was at Maracosta in Manhattan Beach. We lost 20-0…the first game we lost this Season, but, it was only a practice game. After the game we went to Tiny Nailor’s. Bob was there, (the one that was going out with Pearl.) I told him off for all the things he said about me. He turned red. He’s just like Howard, even has the same lines. I told him so too. He tried to flirt with me and asked if he could come over and swim. I was as cold as ice. Sandy slept over and we went swimming at 1:30 in the morning. We talked too loud and the neighbors were BUGGED!

 

saffrons rule jerk face
I finally got the nerve to tell the Jerk off for telling lies about me.  I did’n’t have the nerve to tell my ex boyfriend, Howard, off, but somehow I was able to let it rip with this Jerk Face.  It felt so good to stand up for myself and not take his insults anymore.  

 

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About saffronsrule

Sharrie Williams is the author of The Maybelline Story and a direct descendant of the Maybelline Cosmetic Family. Great niece of Maybelline founder Tom Lyle Williams. Buy a signed copy today.
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