I had a girl a while back that could not handle the fact that I would sit and home and work in my PJs while she had to put on a suit and go to work every morning. My job was not a real one and I was just sitting on my ass all day. The hahahaha.
What happened to this hahahaha you may be asking yourself? Well, after cheating on me a dozen or so times, turning my life upside down in the bi-polar pit she lived in, she married some multi-millionaire from Europe and has 3 homes, a helicopter, 2 planes and private landing strips at each home. She still calls from time to time for a booty call when she has the cheatin' urge, but I decline. I don't want that crazy bitch in the same state as me.
