"Go climb your thumb, I don't need your help..." She rose up to spit a little venom right in my ear. "Superman." Clapping a hand on my cheek too hard to be friendly or fond, she jerked a nod at me, then took a fade. Philosophers'll tell you there's no fury like a woman scorned, but between you and me? They never met a homecoming queen with a disillusionment tiara.
I was thinking. Would be "Go climb your thumb" an euphimism to "F*** yourself"?
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