Once upon a time, a twisted "free bitch, baby", who lived in a nice, but small city. Yes, she lived in a beautiful city where, to his misfortune, everyone knew - was a nut, half wrapped in a handkerchief.
Every morning, with the nightingale singing in the dawn, she rose and repeated to herself how beautiful and perfect it was his life and everything around her - was one of the biggest lies he liked feed.
Yes, our little "free bitch, baby" managed the topic of the lies and hypocrisy to perfection. There was nothing in the world that he liked better to start a hot conversation about anyone (and by "anyone" include, of course, to their circle of nuclear, the closest friends-of-all-the-life). But worst of all things was not saying, oh no, but his outrageous and irritable voice. Chattering as she alone had the gift (oh yeah, had "one") to make a pack of hyenas sound like a choir of angels (as compared to their cries and howls, anything). She was all crying, nothing glamorous (much to his regret, of course).
But if so it is not easy, no no no. Our "free bitch, baby" over his life, has paid a heavy price for being a little fame monster (which has nothing famous), all on account of all actions, all.
Oh, poor "free bitch, baby", who once said that "there were hundreds of men at sea", sorry, "thousands of fish in the sea", and not worth it to get bad by any them. What the fate of cod disastrous for our little princess, or will her poor little discretion to blame for all misfortune? It seems that one ever ever ever will reap what you sow, and more turns of life, the karma will take care to give you a bad rotten romance if you deserve it. And, my dear, you do the Americas (every).
With stories like that, "Who Needs revenge? Do not hate your life, I enjoy.
PD: No, never compared it to "free bitch, baby" with Lady Gaga. They have nothing in common aside from being crazy, and now.
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