To tell the truth, I don't care about the silly trollop riding some poor fool like a mechanical bull during spring break. I know what he's in for. Or one just like him anyway.
It's that she didn't bother to Warn me before I went over. In fact a few hours earlier, she Told me to come pick up some stuff.
She came to visit today, and drop off the stuff I left without. I made sure she had her key back, and a nice firm size 13 bootprint etched into her "O Ring".
I think it went something along the lines of:
Are you mad at me or something?
Were you this stupid for the three years I lived with you or have you recently discovered scratching your brain with a cattleprod.? GTFO of my house and don't bother comin back.
