That's when I knew it was over...
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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FUCK YOURSELF AWAY
she screamed and being the cryptoracist she was she couldn't hold from adding remarks about my italian family and it hurted even more because she was right but no I hadn't shagged her friend and she was the fucking bitch that was going out "talking" to that idiot guy so ok, this time I'll really fuck myself away I thought and began collecting my stuff huge heaps of books and clothings and stuff and the bitch kicking my stuff around the room our room and me fighting back tears but hey I won't let that bitch have my fucking LPs these I won't leave behind so I get my rucksack and there you go you pretty racist bitch come get these if you dare I care more about them than about your extra white cunt and giggling and crying trying to call someone to get a place where to sleep and slam goes the door and forget that bitch it won't take long before she's forgotten and I hurry to the tube comforted by the weight of all my vinyl and my fury sweats out of my skin and my eyes and I try lo laugh the thing over and I really must look miserable every body looking at me while I get into the station and that guy that looks annoyed fuck off you well-dressed dickhead no I won't stop for you leave me alone just leave me alone leave me alone.
And then he gets out a huge gun and I can't stop crying and giggling and just while I was lifting my hands up I saw he was in panic and wouldn't stop and that's when I knew it was over.
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 13:14, Reply)
she screamed and being the cryptoracist she was she couldn't hold from adding remarks about my italian family and it hurted even more because she was right but no I hadn't shagged her friend and she was the fucking bitch that was going out "talking" to that idiot guy so ok, this time I'll really fuck myself away I thought and began collecting my stuff huge heaps of books and clothings and stuff and the bitch kicking my stuff around the room our room and me fighting back tears but hey I won't let that bitch have my fucking LPs these I won't leave behind so I get my rucksack and there you go you pretty racist bitch come get these if you dare I care more about them than about your extra white cunt and giggling and crying trying to call someone to get a place where to sleep and slam goes the door and forget that bitch it won't take long before she's forgotten and I hurry to the tube comforted by the weight of all my vinyl and my fury sweats out of my skin and my eyes and I try lo laugh the thing over and I really must look miserable every body looking at me while I get into the station and that guy that looks annoyed fuck off you well-dressed dickhead no I won't stop for you leave me alone just leave me alone leave me alone.
And then he gets out a huge gun and I can't stop crying and giggling and just while I was lifting my hands up I saw he was in panic and wouldn't stop and that's when I knew it was over.
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 13:14, Reply)
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