Back To You
I voice in confusion, where the fuck am I?
"Cagna. You are fucking clueless. Three words. Partito - Tequila - Sex. Now that that's done, get out!." He yells.
Can this fucker just shut the fuck up. I blink as it all comes together, I had a one night stand -- again --, he's kicking me out of his house because his madre is coming, my nose is fucking broken and bleeding, oh, and let's not forget he just called me a cagna, a fucking slut, wonderful, wonderful Fiona.