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| Baby its too damn early for you to be mad at me. Can't we just sit down over some eggs and bacon and work this shit out? | |
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| True, but come on! You've know that for five years and three months, and you can't plead ignorance to that. | |
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| You smell like rabbit balls. | |
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| hmmm...interesting. Your cunt smells like a dying fish coated in vomit and rolled up in a soiled linen. But you fuck like a wild donkey, so I can afford to be forgiving. | |
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| I should have killed you when I had the chance. | |
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