My left wrist... twinges. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have popped it like that. I GET IT YOU'RE SENSITIVE AFTER HE GRABBED YOU YOU CAN STOP TELLING ME NOW. Ouchouchouch.
And my right arm... is just sore for no apparent reason. Possible from yesterday, when he grabbed it.
Domestic abuse? No--"You're a pathetic little ret@rd that spends her life on the computer and has never gotten off her -censored- for more than five minutes in her entire lifetime and so you can't fight back when I push you around and I find that funny so I'm going to bully you till I move away and get myself killed in combat, and then you won't be able to hate me because I'm dead and you'll feel so bad"-abuse.
Thanks for listening. *will definitely be playing with Luubid tonight*
And my right arm... is just sore for no apparent reason. Possible from yesterday, when he grabbed it.
Domestic abuse? No--"You're a pathetic little ret@rd that spends her life on the computer and has never gotten off her -censored- for more than five minutes in her entire lifetime and so you can't fight back when I push you around and I find that funny so I'm going to bully you till I move away and get myself killed in combat, and then you won't be able to hate me because I'm dead and you'll feel so bad"-abuse.
Thanks for listening. *will definitely be playing with Luubid tonight*