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February 14, 2013

Holy Shytt! Things had degraded even further from previous lows as I found myself dodging punches and slaps, the full force of unwelcome direct contact now thrust in my general direction.
In one swipe, the trusty comfortable pair of safety glasses got plucked off my face and hurled skyward, landing on the ground.

More punches flew as she hissed semi-intelligible expletives through clenched teeth, to which I exclaimed: I dont know what your f***in problem is, lady!

She had a great comeback between swings: I know what YOUR problem is: ME!

Would this piece of shit EVER be my Valentine?