So for those few followers I have. I guess I should update you on the current adventures. So..the skank has been gone since my last writing..ya know where he dropped her off to her john and never went back for her. LMFAO ugh so glad to not have to spend my days staring at that deformed-looking cunt sack trying to comprehend what her current gender status is. I say cunt sack emphasizing both words. I imagine she has massive nasty pussy lips that are so filled with infection that they suspend, mimicking the male genitalia in a need to go visit a member of the c.d.c. kinda way..someone please quarantine the troll because the crusties she’s dumping off in her wake are stinking up the place..lol
Believe it or not, spike and I are back together and truthfully better than before..(until he reads this I’m sure lol). In all fairness, though I said what I said.. most was in my feels but essentially all true.. minus some insults. Shit, if I were him I’d be proud to have a girl as ingenious as me and man I sure can describe in an exceedingly disturbing tone. Not to note the amount of time and energy I disburse on this man. Your fucking prevailing from where I sit.. your welcome!
It was fun sending the ghost of skanks passed a few memos though.. she is still lingering. Wanting him to pick her up and it’s been almost 2 months. so you can fold in the moldy trap door bitch.. he’s not Cumming and no one’s knocking. I wager she cried herself to sleep.. perhaps still does..ha ha mother fucking ha.
Yea I’m fucked up…I didn’t make myself this way..just call me the yield of mass destruction..a survivor of traumas so surreal that having an occasional chuckle at the casualty of irrelevant tricks that make my life longer is the only sincere tone to laugh out loud.. no lol..lol
Back to the basis of my writings…Jason Stedman, you really do know your shit.. my investigation with your guidance was epic.. got my man back.. even after I did some crazy but crucial schemes. A slight bit of stalking..aka altered my everyday route home from work.. parked the convertible behind some headstones with a few girlfriends just down the road from his house.. day drank waiting for the traps I set up to pay off.. while my best friends mom kept me broadcasted via text.. only to get detected in effort bagging up everything in his trailer that I purchased or partook in his accumulating of it.
All that was before I learned about the corroded creature..kelly..ugh even her name voices something that would bubble from an appendage that was found sponging any sewage it came across merely to be chucked in the dumpster behind the dope man’s place. Don’t feel bad for her.. she’s right at home.. when you head to the east side and breathe in decomposing meat. it’s not flints body count. it’s Kelly’s jelly running down her leg and she lost count. The fuck?