the perfect answer!

Wait, what? You said 126, if you're commenting on Djee's comment yada yada yada....correct? Is there any particular reason every time I comment an fml you happen to reply to my comment? Who's challenging who here?

Aawwwwe... Now that's love

Who's being condescending? Right, the number of comments is irrelevant when talking about the number of comments. Now that makes sense! Have a nice night. =)

He's saying no he hasn't cheated on you and that he loves you all at once.

my step dad (not my fav guy in the world) gave me the same kinda answer when I asked him if he'd ever gone to jail. I found out that he has gone to jail twice. wepon posetion and drug posetion.

I don't see the fml in this... **** my life for reading this.

hahahahhaahaaaa

it would be sweet If it wasn't so suspicious

Oh, OP. OP OP OP... you're so young. So full of silly little ideas, which, while fanciful and nice, are just dead wrong. But don't worry, because Britney is hear, Britney is wise, and Britney is going to teach you an essential life lesson. So listen closely: All men are bastards. All men cheat on all women all the time. Okay, well, I suppose that's not entirely true. But what is true is that all men want to hurt you, because your pain makes them happy. And to think that men don't want to hurt and cheat and hurt you is wishful thinking, wishful, but unfortunately ill-advised, BUT FOR A REASON: Men need power. Power makes them men. Men and power go hand in hand, and cannot exist without one another. And how do they get power? By lying. Sex and hurting and cheating and lying and all the awful things they do to you are incidental. They are the direct result of lying. And I realize lying was listed above, and there's a reason. There are two kinds of lying. Lying(1) is TO LIE. Lying(2) is WHEN YOU LIE. So lying(1) is lying(2), but lying(2) is NEVER EVER lying(1). See what I'm saying? I realize that this is a little out of order, so please bear with me. Now, I once new a guy who stole my tampons when I was getting my period. Why? So I'd sleep with him. Did I sleep with him? Yes. But I regret it. All eight times, during my five-day period, I slept with him, and it was great, but I ended up hating myself. So you know what I did? It's a very simple sollution, one that any girl, anywhere can use. It's five simple steps. STEP 1 Get in touch with yourself. Get to know who you are and why he left. Why did he leave? Because he's a man, and you couldn't fulfill his needs. STEP 2 Get in touch with yourself. Begin to realize that it's entirely your fault that he left. STEP 3 Slap yourself in the face and ladyparts for thinking like that. He left. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. STEP 4 The hardest step. Travel by bus to another state, call him on a payphone and explain to him, in detail, how much he hurt you, and give him a chance to explain. Now, he may try to defend himself, but don't listen. All men are liars and cheaters. Tell him to go to hell and hang up. Then call back, appologize, say you'll take him back, and go to him. Because, the truth is, women can't live without powerful, lying, cheating, hurting bastards giving them secret, naughty pleasures in the night. I know I can't. I'm a horny-ass bitch. I'm not afraid to admit that. It's a fact of life. Just like the following facts; Men cheat. Men lie. Men hurt. Men wound. Men burn. Men do all sorts of horrible things, but the truth is, we fragile, tiny, pathetic women cannot help but return to them. We need them. They make us who we are, just as we make them who they are. The pain they give and the tears we shed strengthen us ninefold. So much or history has been strong men and weak women. All the best parts. I am a weak, frail woman with no backbone, who has finally decided to take a stand. And admit: men control me. And they should. They are the stronger sex. Feminists make me sick. We belong in the kitchen, and nowhere else. I feel like I'm forgetting something.... Am I? Oh, yeah. Step 5. STEP 5 Go on FML and post a rambling and pointless comment on a video. Which you just read. Idiot.