Dargo is on that dating site. Stupid frealing bucket of dren.
What the hell is going on? I am cursed right?
My past is doomed to haunt me forever isn't it?
All I want is a nice guy, maybe you know a boy from Detroit, who looks like he could be an X-Division champ or something, who likes art and is really funny. So why the freal am I haunted by this man?
This is two days this week that he popped up out of nowhere, and not even trying to talk to me. What's going on?
How many buckets of blood do I need to share before I get some nice happy?