MISHKA
I hope you can read this, Miray, you Uzbek cunt. I added you again to my friends on Livejournal in hopes that, when you click your infinitely long friend's page [since your life is devoted to pixels], you will have the misfortune of viewing this. You really find yourself terribly amusing, you and your incompetent friends; that is, you believe that wearing my shirt will invoke some sort of fury within me. Well, I am wroth because I wish I could be kissing Jennifer with that shirt, but it is tainted with your dirty Greek blood.
It all resolves well, though, because I just have to think of how I manipulated your credulous nature. I made you weep, you fucking bitch. I hope you conflagrate in hellfire.
It all resolves well, though, because I just have to think of how I manipulated your credulous nature. I made you weep, you fucking bitch. I hope you conflagrate in hellfire.