This will probably shock you, but I don’t think she knows what she’s talking about.
This is the email I got right before we left for lunch that made me want to kick a puppy.
Looks like someone loves us.
I feel like we need to write a few key steps to help people determine whether or not anyone else gives a snow penis if they’re heading anywhere.
Who is this “we” she speaks of? Is this some kind of schizo thing?
I swear if I hear her laugh before I leave for the dentist, I’m going to throw her phone at her.
They won’t even be mad that it’s not an actual slut. They will be mad that it’s such a disgusting gift.
I’m kind of afraid to eat them. I feel like they’re probably OK, but I also feel like that’s what people think right before they eat something that gives them chlamydia.
I feel like these people think they’re so fucking fancy.
It will be awkward tonight when she has to look at him and think about him being a ratard when they’re eating dinner.
The sun and her will keep their non-solution a secret.
People like having us around to help things seem professional.
I should have told the guy that i’m also known to frequent men’s locker rooms.
I hope that baby is ready to be a junior tranny.
I feel like this is Hooters if Hooters was too cheap to pay sluts to serve their food.
Oh I’m all the talk of the tampon machine.
Speaking of lesbians...
I think I heard his heart breaking on Monday morning when she stood up and her ass looked like all diapery.
Well look at that. I CAN vomit on an empty stomach.
WTF!?!?!?! That email demands I use that much punctuation. I’m sorry.
He does what he wants. It’s the way of the yuppy.
I never told him about unofficial 07!
I’m going to Canadianize this BS.
I’m sure she ate a bag of chips and forgot about me.
Even down to the shortness. They’re the same.
She is an asshole whose eye lids are falling off her face.