Gabby Windey

Maybe find a different way to release to the public your betrayal and terrible choice of a new boyfriend that is sure to blow up your life.

We're talking Hiroshima, Nagasaki, TNT.

I know my...

For not even a man, for a boy, for Mrs. Doubtfire.

I would for Mrs. Doubtfire, but he's the Kroger, Mrs. Doubtfire.

You're risking your reputation, your savings for retirement, and your best friendship on a cardinal direction with no facial hair because he cannot grow it.

West with a hard T. But it seems as if he couldn't find north of a compass was duct tape to his forehead.

And of course, you can't see your forehead.

but he wouldn't even know how to unduct tape it and look at it.

If it was a speaking compass that pointed this way, he would still ignore for his auditories are blocked up by his bad decisions.

He will inevitably go the other way south into hell.

They were in the closet shorter than I was in the closet as a lesbian.

They took no time to hide.

And if you have nothing to hide, why hide it?

That's what they were saying, I believe.

We're not hiding anything.

Everything's fine.

We've been friends for a long time.

You don't know the story.

Then why are you trying so hard to hide?