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For mothers with sons with girlfriends, bless you. |
| Do not cross paths with a hungry tiger. Your mouth is a menace. He has bullet holes for proof. I would love nothing more than to run my Revlon red claws straight through your baby blues. I wanted a fight. You got one. Your smile and sparkle can't match my black stillettos. Get your viper tongue out of my pride and joy. Keep your talons to yourself and then, maybe, I'll consider saving you for dessert. |