A tornado in female form.
Like wolves they always travel in packs, but they are rarely on the same wavelength.
One is always chasing some boy trying to have a good time, while the other is trying to crucify that poor guy for even looking at her friend.
Every other word out of your mouth will be misinterpreted as some misogynistic claim.
I was genuinely interested in who you are as a person, but I’m beginning to realize the lashings I’d have to take to find out are not worth it.