You can be a main course of soggy fried catfish and someone's side of wet trash salad at the same time. I'll always be the dessert someone has been craving after suffering through a garbage meal like you. I served the richest Devil's Food Cake, and you chose the rotten smell of the overcooked, grayed Deviled Eggs. I guess that's what the Devil's nose candy does to a brain. Stop letting that stuff shrink it and call a professional. Your psychotic breaks show with every creepy action toward women and every crazy lie you tell. It's disturbing.
Remember when you went after little Jacob with that knife like you were a big, bad, tough guy and tried to scare him AFTER we broke up the very first time? Well, you lied, cheated, manipulated, and snuck around on me while we were together. Then, a year ago, you spewed twisted lies with your forked tongue. You can't be trusted. So, I learned how to use knives too. I will defend my own honor since you weren't enough of a man to be honorable.