Jul 06, 2006 11:19
Mother (or father, or sister, or brother) fucking boggle-eyed fetal alcohol syndrome skank called the other night. TWICE! Jesus, I had to spray my phone down with Lysol because of the fear of disease she has instilled in me.
JUST CRAWL IN A HOLE, OKAY?
People don't answer your calls because they don't like you and they don't want to talk to you.
Is that so fucking hard to understand?