You know when she says this shit that she's humouring you, right? No bitch thinks that there's a dude that can read her, like there's a trick to how she behaves, or some shit. However, what she does like, is the idea that she's smarter than you are and, that by admitting you might be onto something here (You are) that she was always a step ahead of the game, anyhow, waiting for you to catch up. Only, she thinks about changing the rules of game, as though that appeases her. She never changes the rules, she just falls back to the old rules with renewed vigour. You will expose her, time and again, by manipulating the very essence of her cognition and she will spat at you, before trying to re-deceive you with the same old delivery.

The great thing about all this is that, whilst she thinks she's real clever and awesome and sunshine comes directly out of her backside (Which it does, in a metaphorical sense), she's sat there thinking that you ain't shit. She's kinda pleased with herself, if I've gotta explain her whole goddamn mind to you, that she's got you so worked out and; she's major awesome whilst you're kinda goofy at times. She's probably Avril Lavigne, or some shit. Probably. She never sees how goofy she is. So, if she's kinda feeling self-conscious about some time when you and her were out and, maybe it was inconvenient to her, to be there with you, she never appreciated all the times you felt deep miserable shame for being there, at her side.

I fucking hate bitches, dude. Which is real annoying, because some of them get real fuckable. I kinda wanna be like Robert De Niro in Jackie Brown. First, he fucks the skank, who's Samuel L. Black Dude's bint in the movie, but she's a proper skank and she just gets bored and offers to fuck him. Then she's walking away and you see her behind and my god. Totally worth it. So then, later she's being real annoying and Robert just blows her head off right in the parking lot.

Hehe.

I made a porn star fall for me and ever since I've been trying to convince her to run away from me. Goddamn, she had this other boyfriend and like, I felt bad, man. I wasn't even sold on the bitch, though she does have a real firm booty, and she's crazy in all the ways that make me weak inside.

All I do is talk shit about them all day and make them feel sorry for the life choices they have made and, it's girl-crack, dude. They ain't fannies for nothing, I'm telling ya.

Whatever, just stop showing your bitches Red Pill. It doesn't matter if they know.