I know where you have been she said with delight in her eye. I know who you were with and I know where you went. She went on to say mean and nasty things without hearing a single explanation from me. As soon as I opened my mouth she would scream louder. After a few minutes of this shit, I decided to walk away. What did she do? She grabbed my shirt, turned me around and beat the shit out of me. She hit hard and it made my head ring a little. After a few minutes I actually enjoyed it. The poor little thing was wearing herself out. Good thing she didn't have a pipe or it would have been my ass.
I had enough and walked away. I drove home thinking of her ways of kissing ass. This one would surely be a doozy. I got home and ring ring ring a fucking ling a ling ling. I pick up and she is balling. I mean this girl is raging out of control with feelings and she was letting them all hang out for the world to see. Little did she know that was the night I decided I would never marry her and breed with her. We stayed together for another year. That year really sicked man!
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you let a chick beat the shit out of you? ha! Those CRaZy women...
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