Speaking In Tongues
“And…er…blah…blah…kangaroo…hyagirf.”
I’m pretty certain I’m rivaling Scooby Doo, as its story time with Trent, aka j******f. He’s been chewing our ears off for the past twenty minutes about…I have no f*****g clue what.
I’ve been on my best behavior, because I can’t believe this shitstain is who I’m up against. It’s fairly obvious Mary has gone insane and she needs to get her head back in the game. I almost feel sorry for him…almost—when he wraps his arm around her and draws her into his side, that remorse turns to rage. This gigantic shithead is going down.
Sure, it doesn’t help he looks like he’s carved from granite and that his perfectly symmetrical head is enough to make a grown man cry, but looks aren’t everything, and besides, what do Mary and him talk about? H
