My dearest Gwen...
Dear Gwen,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it the night you picked your nose in your car and I saw you drive over the Catholic priest. I'm sure you're slutty enough to understand that you need a sex-change. I'm returning our matching Snoopy underwear to you, but I'll keep your neighbor's dog as ( Read more... )
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it the night you picked your nose in your car and I saw you drive over the Catholic priest. I'm sure you're slutty enough to understand that you need a sex-change. I'm returning our matching Snoopy underwear to you, but I'll keep your neighbor's dog as ( Read more... )
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