Didn’t figure how stupifyingly mindbending that explanation was, didja? Well, darlin’, now you know. And you can’t defend it. Now I don’t know which is worse. That you gave that explanation, or that it might be remotely true.
“What are you, 20 or something?”
Like it’s any of your business. Har.
Ugh. Weak. Isn’t it past your bedtime, hon?