I see you, somehow always in the proximity of my girlfriend, claiming to be “just friends” while you hope for a chink in the armor of our relationship, so you can weasel your way in. Well, I’ll tell you what, buddy. It’s getting old. Maybe you haven’t “crossed the line,” but you’re certainly thinking about it, and that’s enough. Maybe I seem like the mellow “oh, whatever” type, but I will whup your ass something fierce next time I catch you hanging around my gal. You’ve been warned. Now get the f-lost and stay the f-lost! See?
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