My sister dated this kid in high school. Justin. He was the bad boy - her first love. My parents told her she couldn't date him.
So...she dated him. And snuck out of the house to see him. And got in all sorts of trouble. And then when she went 2hrs away for her freshman year of college, his jealousy got the better of him - so he showed up in front of her dorm one night and lit a box of her stuff on fire.
But that's besides the point. We're misogynists. Something's bad, therefore we want it more.
How do you get a tea kettle to sell out? Hope it resembles a dictator and plaster that shit on a billboard.
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