You date a scumbag long enough, a lot of screwed up things start looking better than they used to. Only reason I'm not pissed is I'd hear the sob stories either way.
[ her job? yeah. she knows his offer's all talk, yet when has she ever ignored an opportunity to put her foot down ]
The only time I 'need' you is by association, outside the office. Once the assholes in my way figure out I don't kill, I'm gonna have to get creative, and I hate that.
You say that, but does the world really need any of the superpowers you could get from a can of Axe Bodyspray? This might be the only blessing of canned radioactive fraternity jock.
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