Last night I got drunk, but before my boyfriend went out drinking I asked him to order me a pizza. A pizza that came with PINEAPPLE ON IT. So in my drunken stupor I left him a note saying the following.
You like putting pineapple on your pizza, well I do not. I hope you enjoy putting pineapples on your children’s graves because you’re WEAK. Your bloodline is WEAK, and you will not survive the winter.
He thinks I am a little more mental than he did before.