Let’s go through the simple ranks, at a highschool level in Boston or the suburbs, of women’s ranks and statuses.
“I hate my mother”: Bull. This man, gets way too much female attention, and his mom hates him for it.
“I hate my mother” (lying): Gay. This man, read a player’s guide, and claimed he hated his mother, but a woman finds out, and turns him queer (into boss fats, and then he marries fat arbin, a ‘bear’, some guy that shits his pants because he’s into dominatrixes with strapons – eventually underage child predators, for both of them, tossup for arrest season – is she a cop? Then they’re Scientologists, win – for now).
“I hate my mother” (truth, but read a guide): Molested by older women, into masturbation fixation. Targets overweight women, getting them fired, for being revolting, until Respiradone. Doctor gets sued and fired for public psychiatric license, by attorney general of state. Fat woman conspiring, gets shot by live firearm from FBI federal protection forces, as a stalker to the governor, if she returns to the state (which she will, she’s delusional).
“I love my mother”: Cuckold, until it changes.
“I love my mother” (dead mother): Marry him rich, to a good looking woman. If he’s already rich, break his finance, with a company corporate intelligence gig – now he’s an assassin, for a police intelligence unit, to back up kills and lures on “bellywigs”, the guy that works for a foreign province of the United States, on forward police intelligence.
“I love my mother” (lying): He kills himself, he marries an obese woman, to save her from the FBI.
“I love my mother” (lying, but he read a guide): A bondage dominant male (considered a pedophile, actually a police officer). Nightstick man, to New Yorkers and Rhode Islanders, as a fake member of a dead gangster’s crew (such as Whitey). Only off duty. Otherwise, assists parks and gardens (very nice things). Unless you’re harassing people with identity steals (we lure one of your cops out here on a process serve, and open it in the mail, as if Bugs Moran happens a second time, or backwards).
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