I have a frenemy. This is a woman with a boob job that she swings in every man she meets.  She likes to share scantily clad pictures of herself on Facebook.  She lives for opportunities to outshine other women; it’s like a sickness with her.  So imagine the moment of pure shining joy I felt when I saw tiny beads of sweat on her store-bought bosom.  But wait, it’s not hot in here–ohhhhh, YES, YES, YES!  The she-devil will soon face the joy of watching her tattoo slip down her side like a glob of jelly; glimmering with the sweat of her ever more frequent hot flashes.  I may be formerly hot, but not that hot ; )