disgusting creep

Boy, you chose the wrong time to mess with me. You chose the time when my alter ego comes out to play and you pissed me off…not too badly, but good enough for me to rip you apart.

Who the fuck cares if you’re 43, 1.7m tall, 65kg, and in an unhappy marraige? Facebook is not mIRC where you go “intro? a/s/l?” Like piss off you creep. I am not going to get to know you better even if we both work (or worked) in the same company.

Oh, and UNCLE, I don’t do flings.

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