"f**k, s**t, f**k, fuck."
"Mouth what the f**k? She'd scared me awake with her screaming, there were torn books and magazines all over the place and her pillow was a feathery mess on the floor.
"What's gong on?"
"I can't do this s**t, it's driving me f*****g crazy."
"What's driving you crazy babe?"
"All this wedding s**t, I'm buried under tulle and organza and what the fuck...."
"Buried, who's buried, who'd you ice now Mouth?" Why that should cause crazy lady to try to brain me with a lamp is anybody's guess but that's what I get for sleeping with a nut job.
"Nobody's been buried you ass, it's material, it's what they make wedding dresses out of. I can't, I just....arrgggghhhhhhh....." I was off the bed and pulling her into me before she could pull her hair out at the roots.
"Sto
