One of those times when I think, why people say my girlfriend ditched me or my boy friend dumped me or my paramour actually screwed me. How about they have all been “flushed”? — like a cold piece of bread dumped into a garbage bin or a f* piece s* that was flushed? Which one looks better for their situation. Ah humanity, if you look at it in the eyes of sarcasm and humor it kind of looks like enjoyable, their f* pain is our f* pleasure, isn’t it?
Here is a story then, therefore, from the pen of my good blog-mate Kenneth Justice, who writes how you shall devote more time towards all your relations and enjoy life in general than cut your limbs off in a whacky machine of love-relationship-mill.