I’m deciding if I want to waste my time handling this bird constantly chirping in my ear thread after thread, bodying this white bytch for the 4th day in a row as she tries to regain picking her face up off the floor or go get breakfast and start working.
Let that bytch stay mad as fuk; I’m hungry and there’s better things to do with my time. There’s only so many times one can knock a white bytches head off before she turns victim. Repeating the same shyt reeks of desperation.
Been there, done that.