Mr Darcy and I just got in a horrible fight. I can't even remember how it started, but it ended with me shoving him off the bed shouting "My bed! This is my bed! You don't pay rent. You're a cat!" and him hissing at me and looking at me like I'd just betrayed him. Which I guess I did.
The other day at a bar a guy was telling me he was a pussy therapist, so maybe... hey... wait a second.... son of a --!
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You have to open up your commenting to more than just google account holders or you'll miss a lot of good comments!
Thanks! I don't think I knew I'd restricted it.
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