f.y.r.i.s
Your love life is a disaster I’m out and I’m happy
He showed up at my house with flowers. I said F. Y. R. I. S. and threw them at him.
She sent me a love letter. I replied with F. Y. R. I. S. and a photo of my dog eating her old shirt.
He called me at work. I said F. Y. R. I. S. and hung up on him.
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