I'm the best girlfriend ever, I found out about my boyfriends love of inflatables and I have bought and blown up loads as a treat for him!
I have one small beachball, two medium balls, one MASSIVE ball, a big tiger and an even bigger whale!
I sit down posing with them to take a photo to send through to his phone when I get a text from my step-sister to tell me she has just seen him out kissing another girl.
In my anger I grab a beachball and rip it to peices. It actually felt pretty good!
I soon forget about my loser boyfriend and indulge my destructive side, popping ev...

I'm the best girlfriend ever, I found out about my boyfriends love of inflatables and I have bought and blown up loads as a treat for him!
I have one small beachball, two medium balls, one MASSIVE ball, a big tiger and an even bigger whale!
I sit down posing with them to take a photo to send through to his phone when I get a text from my step-sister to tell me she has just seen him out kissing another girl.
In my anger I grab a beachball and rip it to peices. It actually felt pretty good!
I soon forget about my loser boyfriend and indulge my destructive side, popping every inflatable in turn by ripping them, sticking my fingernails into them, sitting on them and riding them until they pop! Boyfriend? What boyfriend? Who needs men when destorying blow up toys is this fun?