This is her story, and I love her with quite a lot of my heart.
I opened the door and he was folding the towels and he goes "hi there, I'm John, you must be Steph?" and I went "yeh...." and he came over and hit me with a very soggy doormat and said "SERVES YOU RIGHT BITCH, BURN IN HELL" and then he gave me a faberge egg and swam down the radiator.
Her mind worries me.
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