Something You Should Know About Me
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Of course I can keep a secret, I'm like the fucking C.I.A., whatever that stands for. &HOLY FUCK! That crazy bitch is crazy. I'm down with babies, but how in the world are you going to get them out?! I've always wondered how babies could come out of a man. It doesn't really make sense if they come out of the butthole, but then again if it came out of the wee wee then your pee pee would be like ... FUCKING LARGE afterwords, not that most men wouldn't want that. But then again, it doesn't really matter right now. I'm kind of jealous that she raped you first. Anywayz, have you seen her since she **** you in your ****?! That OJ is a kind soul for letting you borrow his GPS to send me this informing letter.
You didn't tell me if you could keep a secret!!! oh well... iz bout to lay sum shinot down anyways. I'm pregnant w/ your baby!!! And it's not only "a" baby; there's triplets!! I swear e&e raped me!! She's just so damn strong... she held me down and I couldn't move and then she used her nunchucks to tie me to a lamppost and she did "things" to me like you said. She put her vagina in my penis!! And then she ***** my $@%#* then #*#@ me with a #()*#$@! and #(*#Q#^$% #^^%#^%#% so #&^$#( ^$*@*#&*# ******* 3&^$&@^# ******* and thats when I woke up in Amsterdam on a rooftop that was covered in magenta colored m&ms and kiwi flavored dildos that all had 4 vibration settings. After that I had to whore myself out to get a plane ticket back to America. And now I live in a cardboard box and I'm using a smartphone that my kid OJ stole to write you this message and then laugh at Obama checking that girl's ass out on drudgereport.com
The first story sounded a lot better.
I have no idea where she went.
We used to text but then my fagvag. mother blocked my texts
so I haven't really talked to her in a while.
I guess sometimes over Myspace but other than
that we don't talk.
I bet you miss how she used to seduce you
and lick your "unnecessary to say on Stickam" place.
Those were the days.

