Jill

Jill asked for your Facebook password the first week you started dating. She makes more money than you and has a GPS under the front left wheel of your 80's silver Mustang. Good luck besting her 10" vibrator named Tyree.

You're an absolute cunt, Jill. Good luck running your Anal Krappa Krappa sorority. And for the love of God, clean it once in a while.