Who has had enough of Fluther's lies?
Every day Fluther lies to me. I no longer believe I am their favorite, and when they tell me I don’t really look like a Chupacabra, I run to the mirror to check.
My dishes piled up in my sink until I had literally no clean forks or coffee cups in the house before I realized that they had no intention of washing my dishes for me. Never HAD had. Rat bastards.
Now I feel like they whisper sweet nothings to me in the same way a cheating boyfriend lies continually; just out of habit. I have a shaking rage sweep over me and I shout to the heavens; YOU LIE!
Keep on telling me your sweet little lies Fluther, I’m on to you!