|
You know what I get sick of? people in relationships. People that don't realize that some of us don't want to watch them make out. Don't want to see them giggle as they grab each other's naughty bits. People who talk about how wonderful it is to be in love and to be with someone they care about. how wonderful they feel around that person. People who come to your parties and all they do is make out on your couch. On your recliner. On your fucking bedroom floor. Fuck them all. Bastards.
|