Well, I got dumped.
That’s a first.
Moreover, I got dumped after being a good girlfriend.
Which is also a first.
I mean the “good” part.
What does that tell you?
I’ll tell you what it tells you.
That’s right, tonight I’m entitled to do the talking for you.
For all of you.
It tells you mai frend, oti, when you’re a bad girlfriend, nobody dares to dump you, because deep inside in their unconsciousthey’re afraid that you might go crazy stick-a-needle-in-your-urethra-while-you’re-sleeping bitch.
And you just might.
It’s so clear.
The “badder” you are as a girlfriend, the less the chances to getting dumped.
The badder the bedder.
The last sentence is desperately trying to be clever.
I’m clearly under the influence.
And this post is clearly made up.