I'm soooooo over you. You dumped me, thinking I would come crawling right back to you, but you have another thing coming since you don't play me like that. Billy I've listened to shitloads of angry girl music and have come to this conclusion: YOU'RE SUCH A DICK.
You're most likely already aware of this issue, but let me extrapolate. First, you played me like a violin, then got pissed since I wouldn't give you a kidney. Second, I hate you. Third, no amount of heroine can wash away the jizz stains left on my couch and for the sake of metaphor, my heart. Fourth, you were such a cheap ass munch it was not even funny, you peed yourself every time there was a sale at J.C. Penny, sooo unmanly. Fifth, axe, bad choice man, girls don't like axe.
So in closing, though the sex was amazing exploratory and likely illegal in some way, we are totally and utterly DONE. No booty calls, and I'm taking Poodle's world mags you left here as asshole tax. Please don't talk to me again, and just come out of the closet already, you rather unsightly male.