I'm not your bitch, boy.

Nor am i your keep, your wife or your trash bag. I am your friend. You don't give me shit. Not when you have a bad day and you need to take it out on somebody and find me available. Not when you're having any kind of day. Of course our battle ground is strewn with verbs and adjectives and smart phrases, but that doesn't mean you can actually be rude and nasty without having a reason to be. And you try to take the sting off the words by inserting a smiley at the end? What are you, somebody made out of the finest clay and mineral water by the hands of God, so you think you're above everybody else? Fuck you, man. Seriously, fuck you.

The day you can respect the fact that i am your friend and not a slave of your moods, that day, we can talk. Till then, feel free to shove it up yours. Or just save your shit for someone else.