My mom was a Nicaraguan hooker. One time, she almost sold me for crack, but the transaction was broken up by aliens from the planet Cluxxxor.
I hate that bitch. On my sixth birthday, I hatched an elaborate plan to kill her by putting a poison dart frog on her while she slept, but she woke up and stabbed me in the thigh.
Uhh... this is supposed to be "Boring Confessions."
I've been giving this a lot of thought. Now, I know we only just met, but I can tell that you're everything I've ever wanted in a woman, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.