Crazy Bitches

Do I have a sign that says, “Crazy bitches inquire within” stuck to my back?  Do I?  Because if I do, I wish somebody would tell me or be kind enough to take it off.  I’ve very much had my feel of crazy bitches.  Isn’t that supposed to be a perk of being a fag?  That I don’t have to deal with crazy bitches?  Yet, here they come, one after the fucking other, as if I’ve got something they just can’t live without.  Well you know what?  I’ve had my fill of crazy bitches.  Crazy bitches, please keep walking.  We’re full up of crazy bitches and won’t be needing any more.  Someone else may be needing some crazy bitches.  Good luck finding them.  We will no longer be receiving crazy bitches at this address.  Go away, crazy bitches, go away.  The crazy bitch receiving center is now officially closed.  We do not plan to open again so forget that we exist.  Loose our numbers.  Go play crazy bitch with someone else.  This place is for men and their sane female allies only.  Crazy bitches are no longer welcome.  Be gone crazy bitches, be gone.


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