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You low corrosive lump of fecal horror, you maniac bastardly turd! I would rather drink stale urine from Norman Fowler’s arse-pit than remain one moment …
Dear Chump Lady, My DDay was July 3 in NYC on a family vacation. He wouldn’t give up identity…I couldn’t let it go in 4 …
Leaving a cheater is an intimidating process. It’s not like you want to blurt out to everyone in your life, “Hey, Bob won’t quit cheating …
