Mr. 7am is history. Today I saw the following on his Facebook.
There were FIVE women involved in this conversation. I was not one of them. I was just an observer.
“Gud” That’s what he always says. Drove me fucking crazy. How hard is it to spell out “good”? IQ not found.
He doesn’t look at his Facebook often, obviously. He’s absolutely as stupid as I had thought. Why else would he friend all these women who he’s fucking and then let them freely post to his Facebook page?
I know I have good pussy. I can find someone worthy of it.
Adios Mr. 7am and your disgusting lying cheating despicable self.
And yes, I know there are names still in there, and I DON’T CARE.
Ladies, beware. If it seems too good to be true, it is. If he’s pretty & dumb, stay away. If he’s always working, but broke off his ass, beware. BEWARE. Don’t be a dumb pussy. Be a smart pussy. Kick those jackasses to the curb & move on!
Sorry. No fucking happy humping on this post. Hump at your own risk.
You can do better, because you are better than that. Things could have been much worse, you pulled the plug at the right moment.
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