You go get drunk off your ass and whine for awhile while I consider my perfect yet lonely life? Boring.īutch: What can I say? I’m a sensitive man beneath a crusty exterior, both of which are intimidated by your beauty and perfection. Marissa: I’m just saying, if I were an actual woman, I’d have kicked your ass to the curb by now with this, “I want you so much my balls are on fire but I’m not worthy of you” routine. You’re all up my skirt with lust ahoy and then in the next chapter, if it’s not about some blonde baby powder monster man, you’re freaking out about your own worth or some shit, so you get drunk and you blow me off. Marissa: Frankly, I’m a little tired of feeling you. This “your angst, my angst” thing is way tiring, you feel me? Coffee Room, Black Dagger Brotherhood soundstage, 4:00 pm.īutch: Me, too.
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