Picture the scene.
You’re sat at home with the bitch, both online doing different shit, she starts saying OMG OMG OMG, someone she is talking to tells her to turn on the TV, we do, just in time to see the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower.
At this time, you do not know the bitch has had 8 abortions, that not too far in the future she will falsely accuse you of rape, domestic violence, paedophilia and a desire to fuck your own kids up the ass, you will know it in the future, but at this time you neither know it nor suspect it.
The bitch doesn’t even have any friends of relatives in the USA, much less in NY, much less anywhere near the WTC, the bitch doesn’t even like yanks.
You do know the bitch ain’t as pure as driven snow, having known her long enough for some of the bullshit about her past to become exposed, and some of the illogical and mutually exclusive stories to come out, but, you are content to live under the same roof still, at this point…
So, what happens next?
The bitch starts sobbing, crying and shaking.
You would think someone known to her personally had just died.
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Presented as is, subsequent to a conversation with someone else that triggered this memory, as illustration that even apparently genuine behaviours exhibiting kindness and compassion and empathy, really aren’t worth shit as an indicator or predictor of future actions or genuine personality.
Don’t be fucking fooled kids…..