Last night (after ingesting a bottle of some Chilean chardonnay called Concha y Toro), I came home to a phone message left by a huffing, growling, voice-disguising male who repeated phrases like 'you think you're so fucking smart, and you're so fucking fat and ugly it's a crime, and it wouldn't be such a big deal if you weren't also such a fucking bitch. Fuck you, you fucking ugly fat cunt.'
The lesson here is that I can't fall much farther. But I'm sure that you all can prove me wrong.
Old Habits, Die Hard Apiculture at 19 Nazar Boncuk Guys Who I Wish Were My Boyfriend But I Can't Date: Dr. Alan Grant Guys Who I Wish Were My Boyfriend But I Can't Date: Franz Liszt What up, Wimpster. Thanks.