Remember the day you up and left?
I nearly cried myself to death (oh yeah)
And then I met someone else
She made me stop and get a hold of myself, oh yeah
I'm doing fine now
Without you, baby
I'm doing fine now
Without you, baby
(The Porcupine From Purgatory we of all lost both have them, Wed 26 May 2021, 14:03, archived)

Let's try to get through the next year
with fewer complaints about groping, up skirting and sex texting shall we?

It's your own fault for dressing like a cheap slut anyway, the men can't help themselves when you're around. You should take it as a complement.
( garold you're on mute I SAID YOU'RE ON MUTE, Wed 26 May 2021, 14:14, archived)