"...If you would just fuck me, all of your anger toward me and all of our sexual frustration would go away...!"
Response:
"My, you DO think highly of yourself, don't you?"
The inner me silently rages and gathers and dreams of the day when all of this is a horrible nightmare from which I will awake.
It is a sad day when you arrive at the knowledge that you prefer cancer to a particular person's presence...
Please, please, please Universe, afford me the days to outlive the current economy and disease so that I may have a few to myself, my family, my bicycle, and peace.
You serious..he said that. First..he needs the fear of dog put in him...as in an ass kickin' to end all ass kickin's. Secondly..you should jsut have his job. What a douche!
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