Two butterflies in the dance of loving each others presence.

That I did not create. You CHOSE a hostage situation. You chose the dystopian harassment for ME even if it is only happening to me (which it isn't and if the impact has lessened that's another thing for which I'm not being given credit) you CHOSE that and now YOU WANT ME to chose... The thing YOU want to happen. You want me to chose to walk away emptyhanded without you having to interact with me and then never retaliate for the rest of my life. DO I OWE YOU A FAVOR, BITCH!? ARE WE FRIENDS!? WHY WOULD I DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!? Do you want me to drive your pregnant wife to the hospital for you too? You need a babysitter? How about a foot-rub? That is how HE thinks at a fundamental level! I'm here to serve him and when he steals from me, I also need to make the choices he wants me to make. I'm his servant! That's what it is. I'm doing this guy favors because I owe him something. I either murder kids are his discretion or he locks me up for an "unsanctioned child murder." You got the SANCTIONED ones where he orders a drone strike on you house and then you go the UNSANCTIONED ones where they steal a guys dissertation and that guy stabs a little girl to death in a gas station because what, are you never going to bring your kids to a gas station? THAT is one of the unsanctioned one. So HERE I got to make an appeal to get my child murder sanction by the government.

Dictionary lacking an index; usually short enough not to require one.

The type of shampoo stinky ass bitches use if they even shower, making their hair reek of piss.

- What more can I say

A blunt that has been smoked somewhere near halfway yet is to big to call a roach.