“You dirty disgusting pig …


“You dirty disgusting pig!” she shrieked on the phone, “all over my clothes and my girls weekend ruined.”
“What’s the matter babes?” I said. “You did say I could do it.”
“And how could you misunderstand, ‘If you miss me, then why not try and come in my case?'”

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