I’m at a loss for words. I know it’s kind of my job to take an angle on the things I post but I think I’ll stand on the sidelines for this one. My joke arsenal for “cows with two faces” is lacking these days. I would say I feel bad for the poor girl but the two-faced bastard was nice to my face but then shit talked me behind my back. Ok, that was a little mean. But can I really pretend to have sympathy for Annabelle when I ate two double-cheeseburgers from McDonald’s when I was shitfaced at 2 am this weekend? *Every weekend. That would make both of us two-faced, and I’m perfectly satisfied with just one.