Because while I personally am not offended by you calling me a fucking bitch, repeatedly, at the top of your voice…” My eyes narrowed a shade and my tone cooled significantly. “I’d hate for anyone watching to get the wrong idea and think you’re actually succeeding in this adorable little show of intimidation you’re putting on here.” What? I said I was a good-time girl. I never said I was a pushover. “My wife,” the man gritted out. “Someone married you?”
SICK. BURN. 💀
