Now... you try to eat one of my tacos or... you take a "bite" of my cake and that "bite" is half my cake... or you even THINK about TOUCHING the last donut hole without sharing it, and mister we will have to revisit what hate means.
Okay. I still wouldn't hate you. But I might stab you with my fork. Speaking of fork stabbage... Did I ever tell you about the time my ex stabbed me with a fork? In the back. Literally.
I mean... That's pretty much it. He was in a rotten mood and was taking it out on me for no reason, so I decided to leave and go home. He got pissed off that I wouldn't stay and stabbed me with a fork as I was going out the door. I was wearing a coat because it was winter in Colorado, so it didn't actually hurt me. But the fork went almost through my coat, so... his intention WAS to hurt me.
It's funny now. But at the time not so much. But... Seriously... who does that!? Who stabs their girlfriend in the back with a fork!? Like what possible outcome was he expecting!?
Why do we attract these people Reba? LOL
>>> Ok so I have no plans on stabbing you!
Damn. 😏
Again, the fact that you thought that would give us a headache or even bother us in the slightest is so hilarious to me.
Of course you're a misfit.
We're attracted to our own kind.
