Me: Hi Lioness.
Lioness: Fuck YOU.
Me: So you already know you missed St Patrick’s Day, I take it?
Lioness: What the FUCK is St. Patrick’s Day?
Me: Nothing, nevermind.
Lioness: Good. BUUUURP
Me: Wait, so why are you drunk?
Lioness: Why the fuck not?
Me: You’re…kind of an angry drunk.
Lioness: I’M A MOTHERFUCKING LIONESS
Me: Why are you so unhappy?
Lioness: Why is your FACE so uphappy?
Me: Sheesh, just asking.
Lioness: You’d be….unhappy too…GEE-UH. If you had to do these stupid appearances too. BURP.
Me: Why DO you have to do so many?
Lioness: HOW ELSE DO YOU PAY THE BILLS BITCH!
Me: Why do you have so many bills, Lioness?
Me: Are you gonna vom?
Lioness: No! Fuck you. Shut up. Because…because…
Lioness: I HAVE A GAMBLING PROBLEM.
Lioness: FUCK YOU!
Me: I’m sorry Lioness.
Lioness: And your fucking tweets about marmadness aren’t helping!
Me: March Madness?
Lioness: I WANNA PLAAAAAAAAY.
Me: That’s not a good idea, Lioness.
Lioness: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Me: I’m sorry. Do you want a hug? I'll make an exception to my rule...
Lioness: Touch me and I will eat you.
Me: I was just asking!
Lioness: I need some iccream.
Me: I have some. C’mon, let’s go get it.
Lioness: Oooo actually I know what I’m craving. Fresh rabbit!
Me: Um...I don’t have that.
Lioness: Fuck – BURP- you.
Welll...this kind of explains a lot.