I hate Valentine’s Day since I knew its existence.
People already fuck every day.
Why bother to create another special day for it.
So what did I do on Chinese Valentine’s Day this year?
"My husband” and I shouted “FUCK OFF” and “FUCK YOU” to each other.
It‘s not the first time obviously.
How romantic it was.
Technically, he shouted at me and I couldn't say anything because Mo was there too.
So I am going to respond now.
I am sorry that your parents didn't teach you anything so you think you win the fight by using the word fuck every second.
I am sorry that your parents didn't teach you anything so you have all your excuses for being selfish.
I guess American schools failed to show you how to be a man too.
YOU FUCK OFF and FUCK YOURSELF
I have work to do too.
I need some time to rest too.
And I have a daughter to take care of, YOU ASSHOLE.
I remember I didn't do anything special either on 14 Feb.
Jeff disappeared the whole day and I took Mo for a MRT ride.
But I did buy myself a new bag and Haagen Dazs this time.
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