A jihad against Ex-Boyfriend

Ex-Boyfriend

Fuck you. I'm so glad I just broke it off with you. I've been thinking about it forever to save your fucking feelings you fucking asshole. I'm so sick of doing everything for you. Am I your mother? No. Cook your own fucking dinner sometimes. No wonder why you're so bloody fat. I have to pay for all the food, I work, I go to school every day. I'm up every fucking day from 5 in the morning to 12 at night working my fucking ass off, and you have the nerve to complain to ME about the amount of work you have to do. I'm sorry... what work? Surfing channels and sitting on your ass asking when I'm making dinner doesn't really count in my books. Also. That girl from the bar? I hope she gives you siphilis and they somehow lose the cure you fucking cheater mother fucker. Oh. By the way. That threesome? I'm seeing that girl now. I told you she was better in bed than you ever were. Your penis? Miniscule. Your skills? Sad. I never came once. Not once. Eat it.
Declared by anonymous on Thursday, February 12, 2009