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Have you ever had a day where it feels like you’re holding a stick and everyone around you looks like a piñata?
My car chugs and wheezes into the parking spot in front of my apartment. It takes a few seconds for the engine to stop when I turn it off, and I shake my head. Yeah, my car runs so well it doesn’t want to stop. Unfortunately, it doesn’t want to stop at lights or stop signs either, but that’s another problem.
She’s nice, but she gets a lot of crap from others—mainly women—because she…how can I put this? She has a very popular vagina. Seriously, if penises had wings, her crotch would be an airport. I’m not a fan of slut shaming. If men can sleep around, I don’t see why women can’t. Besides, it’s not anyone’s business anyway.
They call it the slums, but what the hell do well off people know about struggling? I’ll take honest flaws over fake smiles any day.
Wow, if the Fifty Shades movie irked them, this really lit the fuse on these bitches’ tampons.
“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” Grinning, I roll my window down. “I’m very amused by me.”
I’m ignoring multiple alarms blaring in my head at the moment. You know, those bitter, hating little voices that want to warn you of impending bad ideas to destroy your fun.
“What happened to being open minded?” “My mind is open. My ass is closed. Padlocked shut with a giant exit only sign.”
“He fucked his way into her little black heart that’s so determined not to love.”
Money, education, and high-class upbringing doesn’t instill the most important things a person needs in life; compassion, love, and a sense of community.
“You have the key to my heart. I have the key to your ass. It’s fate.”
