On my way to Kalmazoo,
I met a man just shy of twenty-two.
He looked through me and called me ma'am.
When I pushed I had no idea he never swam.
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Sic. (And guys, I'll give you a heads up, because a lot of you just aren't LISTENING: The woman in this situation gets to decides when she has been scorned - NOT YOU! Okay?)
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Sic. (And guys, I'll give you a heads up, because a lot of you just aren't LISTENING: The woman in this situation gets to decides when she has been scorned - NOT YOU! Okay?)