I know what you did last Summer
You call a restraining order a good time ... you were my bf! You didn't NEED TO stalk me any more ... but you did! It's even creepier now that I gave you a chance out of pity and we have this "relationship" yet you still need to slink around in the shadows, hide around corners abandoned peep at me through our house windows at night.
I can't do this shit anymore, I'm out, you're a head fuck and I got a body guard beast hound that I beat while wraring a carboard cut out mask of your face over a HAZMAT suit with a tennis ball wrapped in your underwear so fuck the restraining order ... you'll lose your balls if you come near me again!