Burn Book.

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It must be stated, that the writing you are about to enjoy below is based on fictional events, with fictional characters, and in noway has any relation to the author/provider at hand. Please use your own judgement and discretion when relating any similarities to both yourself, or and I. 


So because this is a fictional story, we will give the star of the show the name: Mrendan Bullins, for following along/clarity purposes of course.  

Main Character: Mrendan Bullins

Storyline: Male above, communicates over a time span of 7 years, off and on, in and out, with the most recent attempt of expressing his ongoing/undying desire for girl. Male decides to drive to see girl, dines, dates, and continues the ongoing communication to suggest a mature serious outlook on the relationship, that was previously missing. The communication was a little scattered, but this was nothing new.

Grand Finale: Girl decides to click on a common “liker” of the opposite sex on Mrendan Bullins page, and low and behold finds a beautiful picture of a large bouquet of flowers with the caption “My valentine is better then yours” @ of course the star himself, Mrendan Bullins.

So on this V-Day weekend, and based on fictional events of course, my gift to you is a basic translation of what those bs texts really mean. You’re welcome. 

Pre discovery texts:

Text: Hey babe, sorry I’ve been crazy busy, it’s been a long day.

Translation: I just got off the phone with my other dime piece who requires more attention and energy, so i had to take care of that, but I know this text will be enough because you’re not a naggy annoying b.


Text: I really want to see you again, really soon.

Translation: I have 0 intentions of planning anything with you until i have ample amount of time to work my story up on what i am going to tell the other girl as an excuse to make sure all grounds are covered.  

Text: ( after 2 days of not talking) heyy boooo!!

Translation: I had to do the date gig with the other chick, but i wanted to make sure I still have you on the side.

Post Discover: 

Text: It’s not like that at all, can you just listen for a second?

Translation: #$*#$*#$# b knows how to use FB. Let’s see which girl is dumb enough to be smooth talked back into my bs. I got this. 

Response Text: You’re an Idiot.

Translation: You’re an idiot. 



Kisses and Hugs ladies and gents. 

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