He's baaAack . . .
My ex-boyfriend has recently decided to pick up communication again. The passive-aggressive kind of course, but a form regardless. It's funny in a sad sort of way. He even thought he could lie again. Silly boy. The "female CIA" has many members and the best agents know to watch each other's backs. Try as he might, he was not successful in retrieving my number.
Is it coincidence that one of my best friends looks like Jennifer Garner? hmmmm . . . ;)
2 comments:
She-nanny-gans.
You do not have a best friend that looks like Jennifer Garner. She may think she does, You may think she does, but we fellas have GPS locations of all girls with similar JG visage, and that little network covers the whole Western Hemisphere.
That just isn't in your dossier.
And your "girls CIA" business is already well infiltrated by members of the Red Team.
Vee haff vays uf may-king you talk, fraulien (zee trick es git-ting you to hush vonce you start:)
We even know the real name of your super secret chick's club: Women Holding All America Hostage! (WHAAH!)
You can try and discredit me all you want, my Moms runs the whole server for your operations south of Atlanta, and until I came along my Pops was never the wiser.
This poor, poor soul who is trying to open communications again is probably just under the control of someone in your Psy-Ops organization: the Department of Ruining All Men in America (DRAMA).
Or he could just be a part of the generally suicidal but surprisingly effective resistance movement: The Alliance of Single & Sinister Horn-dogs Only Looking to Engage in Sex (A------S).
But you didn't hear that from anyone in the Justicate of All Men in Resistance Organizations Continuing to Kickass (JAMROCK).
How do I know all this? Hard work and good intel.
For my troubles, I've had to survive several well planned assassination attempts by WHAAH!'s militant wing: the Bold Initiative To Crush Humankind (you do the math).
Happy Hallween
Ye of little faith. Rachel may have slipped under your network's radar, but she's actually hotter. She's had the waiters tripping on their own two feet around (or at the sight of) her to prove it.
The fool's just a fool. And a liar.
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