When your taste in men is as bad as mine, they don’t just go away quietly. They slash your tires and they kill your dogs and tell you that the music you like ain’t real music at all. And all the cruelty tears you apart after a while.
I cherish peace with all my heart. I don’t care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it.
You gotta be kidding me. You’re gonna risk the entire mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester.
Recently, I made a promise to myself that the next time I got a boyfriend, I’d be on the lookout for red flags. And if I saw any, I would do the healthy thing and I would murder him. And killing kids? Kind of a red flag.