There are three things I hate: Bratwurst in any form, my neighbors boinking like farm animals at 3 AM, and Chase Jett.
Mostly I hate Chase Jett.
It's been ten years since he took my virginity-I'd make a bratwurst joke, but the unfortunate truth is that it would have to be a brat-best joke, and yes, it kills me to admit that-and now he's not only a billionaire, he's also my new boss.
Turns out our hate is mutual.
And this kind of hate is horrifically twisted, filthy, and ban.
Hate | Bratwurst in any form my neighbors boinking like farm animals at 3 |
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