The day i left my one and only gf stranded at the mall, things changed

The Times dictate inevitable change (ie i now can tolerate Adam Sandler...FUCKIN JEW!!!1!ONE) and The Times changed me and my gf for the um, difference...idk. Well, we drifted away; apart with one not with the other.

It all started in the mall of all places. We were gettin along just fine an dandy, spendin our legal tender like mad ppl when out of the bleu she came out with a carazy question like 'do you know what day it is tomarrow?' i didnt, and who does know those things... only G-d rite? So i told her straight up 'no clue honey' an then she got all mad and started spewin all these most hateful words in my general direction!; talkin about how my empty room reflects my likewise empty seoul and how i never show my emotions when i dont have to and she even brought up how we dont spoon, post-coitial(sic) and shite. That got me mad naturally so i (bitched-)slapped her butt-er, face till the security peeps came to the scene. But as luck would have it i happened to purchase a cork-screwed bat! i nvr made contact with my intended target but i always gets my mans!

And that was how i left my gurl stranded at the mall (her favourite place)... the day i got a ride to the station by some nice upstandin enforcers.