I used to see a girl every Friday.
She'd always stop my way, tell me a funny story and show me some amusing pictures. Reliable as clockwork.

Then she started telling me about this other guy, some ginger cunt who was controlling her...how he'd moved on to a new, wealthier model. Tacky and shallow.

Then one Friday, she stopped appearing in my inbox and I never saw her again.
(Jimbotfu Bummed in the gob again, Tue 9 Sep 2014, 20:41, 5 replies)

Track her down
At some point she will have realised her mistake.
Tell her it was a cruel thing to do to such a little animal.
I also suggest you confront the ginger cunt and ask him how much his catering budget is.
I'm sure this will put everything right.
Best of luck.
( insignificantsnivellinglittleturd I Like Peas, Tue 9 Sep 2014, 21:38, closed)

There's a cry for attention every Friday.

( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Tue 9 Sep 2014, 21:59, closed)

Who is she? Let me know and I'll see what I can do ...

( Ghoti Fingers, Tue 9 Sep 2014, 22:55, closed)

It was like a loaf of bread got hot under the collar and developed a god complex.

( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Tue 9 Sep 2014, 23:01, closed)