Yes, you. The guy in the family sedan, blasting your club beats so loud that your shitty stereo makes your car vibrate, and leering and hollering at us girls passing by.
You will never have sex with any of us.
I'll bet you're in that family-sized car because it's what you got out of the divorce when your wife left you for reasons of irreconcilable differences due to you being so utterly lame.
There is a capital 'L' on my forehead for you. Haven't done that since grade school, but what can I say, your pathetic example just inspires me.
About Me
- J.M.
- Quiet on the outside. Noisy on the inside. Loves sweaters and big mugs, books and tea. A cat lady without cats. Dislikes phones, loud people, and venturing out of doors whenever unnecessary. Possesses no skills with video games.
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