Okay, whore-mouth. I’m done with your silly little games. As the saying goes, “YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH”. Stop messing with my friends and every.single.fucking.guy.EVER. It’s getting old. When I first met you, I thought ‘hey.. This chick is pretty chill.’ but you just got yourself into some deep shit. I’m sure you’ve got loads of people behind you, but.. Honestly, I will stab you in the mother fucking belly button with a butcher knife. Cut it out. Now. Oh, by the way, don’t ever come near my best friend again. He deserves a lady. Not a whore-mouth.







