Strabismic

Penny; I walked up to his door to cuss his ass out for fkn with my pc and he looked so damn sexy with that golfers hat, I went Strabismic and couldn't even look in his eyes to do it.

Page: Why don't you ravage him already?

Ann: you know you want em

Penny: Fuck you both. He doesn't love me like that he just wants revenge.

Ann; how do you know?

Penny: He refuses to leave the home and bang me on the hood of my car again. Or spoon for hours catching up that matter.

Page: WTF is wrong with you?

Penny: IDK I'm a chicken shit. He is too. the worst part is we never even kissed once lol It was the wierdest emotoin ever felt.

Ann; He never kissed you!

Penny: Nope.

Page: is he gay?

Penny: don't ask dumb questions, I messed up enough already. I love the guy. His voice was my savoir a long time ago. it was all I needed to fall asleep. Was never about sex. I was jk about the car thing

The book is at its weakest when it merely summarizes the depositions of the major players and filters excerpts of their testimony through the manifestly strabismic eye of the litigant-author Anita Miller.