Since (e:paul) decided to try and trash me via his little dramatic story I have a few of my own to tell...

Let's see I'll begin with one of my personal favorites:

Paul a long long time ago decided to go to school in Germany. As a good and faithful girlfriend (key word faithfull- but we can come back to that) I wrote him all the time, sent him care packages and called him non stop. So when he was returning home after a year of not seeing him I was beside myself I was so happy. Well he comes home and the first full day he was home we decide to go hiking. And as always when we'd go hiking we took a little tab 'o acid. So la de da we are hiking, Im in love and happy. We sit down on this overhang, the sun is setting- ahhhh its so nice. Then just as I am peaking and happy Paul casually says I don't thing we should date anymore. So let's recap- Im in love, tripping on acid, peaking on acid, just had waited a entire year for him to come home, first day he is back he just mentions he does not want to date anymore.

Can anyone see why maybe just maybe I'd be a little pissed off at Saint Paul with the food posioning?