I know its not what my boy wants to hear, but sometimes the truth hurts.
The war has just begun.
Sure, she won the first battle in an absolute landslide.
Thats only the first battle.
We have a war to win.
We started with the basics.
Whats something that we can pay for to level out the playing field?
That took me all but three seconds to figure out.
I took one glance at his hairline and immediately booked his flight to Turkey.
But we couldnt just stop there.
You cant win the war if youre playing to get even.
Were playing to win.
We needed to find something that actually requires work and discipline, something his ex-girlfriend knows nothing about.
It was time for this out-of-shape piece of shit to get shredded.
You got me fucked up thinking Im going to let my boy go out like this.
