I fuking hate you. Always coming to me to be with me because someone’s tried to make you do something committed. Coming to me to tell me how you want to be with me because you’re going off on a weekend with one of your round bulgey desperate single-mom women. That is not caring about someone. It’s being a fuking coward and letting anyone who practically smiles at you have you. What kind of prize is that? It’s no wonder you have herpey scabs all over from more than one w**** of a woman. Be a fuking man.
