Sarah Killian The Mullets of Madness
Mary Sue concedes, before typing one last message to her Don Juan Pathetique: “Hey hon, I gotta get back to work now, but send me the address of the coffee shop and I’ll see you there. I look forward to meeting you!”
“sure thing,” he responds, again practically immediately, followed by the address of the coffee shop. “c u tonigt. ;) ;)”
Worse than even the deplorable grammar and spelling, the double winky face sends a chill of disgust down my spine, for the lewd insinuation of those smug emoticon bastards is quite apparent.
“Porcupines, are you really going to fuck that scumbag?” I ask in disgust.
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