All they want to do is sucker some poor man into marrying them. Then they'll get fat, stop giving head, and cheat on them all the time. Those bitches are scandalous!
Who the hell wants the good guy when you can have the guy, that comes home to you with lipstick on his collar, calls you his ho in public, slaps you around a bit, and has a vip card to Mamma's house of hookers?
Who the hell wants the good guy when you can have the guy, that comes home to you with lipstick on his collar, calls you his ho in public, slaps you around a bit, and has a vip card to Mamma's house of hookers?
I used to think that after all these years of being in a sucky relationship that I'd want a good one. Now I'm not so sure. I think being miserable is actually kind of fun. It's more challenging to put yourself in an unhappy situation and try to stay sane.
I hope that when next I meet someone special they break my arm within the first month. I think that's my new standard.
I used to think that after all these years of being in a sucky relationship that I'd want a good one. Now I'm not so sure. I think being miserable is actually kind of fun. It's more challenging to put yourself in an unhappy situation and try to stay sane.
I hope that when next I meet someone special they break my arm within the first month. I think that's my new standard.
I used to think that after all these years of being in a sucky relationship that I'd want a good one. Now I'm not so sure. I think being miserable is actually kind of fun. It's more challenging to put yourself in an unhappy situation and try to stay sane.
I hope that when next I meet someone special they break my arm within the first month. I think that's my new standard.