So I just left the film set staring my ex-girlfriend. In the film she's suffercated by a pillow. It didn't help that the sounds of her suffercated were idenical to the sex sounds.
Jab another knife into me. Needless to say, when she mentioned needed a ride back home, the car ride was very awkward.
Fuck, I can't even look at her or talk to her without just feeling shitty.
Why the fuck do you women drive us men so insane?
Jab another knife into me. Needless to say, when she mentioned needed a ride back home, the car ride was very awkward.
Fuck, I can't even look at her or talk to her without just feeling shitty.
Why the fuck do you women drive us men so insane?