My heart and I agree, I'm irate
And tonight on our way back from the MFA
spatch had to get between me and a violent drunk who was screaming that God was going to fuck me up because I wouldn't flirt with him.
All together now:
LET HIM DIE, AND SHE MAY NOT CONVERSE WITH HIM BEHIND A FENCE.
All together now:
LET HIM DIE, AND SHE MAY NOT CONVERSE WITH HIM BEHIND A FENCE.

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Because dead men can't cat call.
Ugh, I'm sorry that shit happened, but I'm glad that spatch was with you.
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AMEN.
Ugh, I'm sorry that shit happened, but I'm glad that spatch was with you.
Thank you. Same. It would have been much, much worse without him.