Saturday, February 6, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
"My mom already doesn't like you."
"You must have told her some pretty horrible things about me then."
Hey mom! Sorry I'm not good enough for your unemployed drug addicted felon fuckboy who lives with you.*
See how that sounds when I do that?
* Disclaimer: I would have told my mom all about being serenaded by this sexy tatted up beast who likes Type O Negative and Dead Can Dance, and how I left 12-foot tire marks running off to meet him the first time.
No. I wasn't "always like this," and I'll pencil you in for a "maybe" when you're not "like that."