Why the hell did i accept a bootycall from drunken Rapeboy at 6 am in the morning?
Did he promise to bring coffee and donuts? That would be a good reason!
Nope.
Only to give me a fuck and to cook for me when I get home from work later.
I think he tried to call me a whore in a text message, but there were mostly random letters in it, so it's hard to tell.
And he phoned just now, telling me how I love him and that he can't cope without me.
Well...since I went all psycho drunk on him last summer, slapping him in the face and stuff, I guess I owe him one.