Dear Damned Pei Sun,
I am so bloody
happy crushed, pained, disgusted to hell and back that you have now reached the
beautiful and joyfully delirious age old age of
seventeen seventY. You are
still as beautiful, smart, witty and gorgeous as before losing all your teeth and developing a beer-belly. You
enthrall disgust me. I
love loathe you more now than ever. I hope you
will live happily by my side for many more years to come and your sex-tool will fall off when you're with your little eye-candy. Your laughter
brings me higher sounds like you are a wheezing old man. I hope you will
continue laughing, filling my days with joy for as long as you live choke on a chicken bone and die in constipation.
You came into my life like
manna from heaven an old rusty, freight train. You're
my joy as noisy as pigs when they want food. You
listened to me whenever I needed to talk like poking your nose. It's bloody
touching disgusting,
sweetheart you brute. I'm glad
I still have you around, right here, by my side I got rid of you. Your side of the bed is now mine, you old man.
Enjoy your
seventeenth seventieth birthday,
Love From your ex-wife,
Farhana.
p/s: your
present mistress is on the bed. Don't open
it her clothes until
your birthday comes our divorce is finalised.
______________________
Haha. I love you for who you are, Pei Sun. My friend, my confidante. My best damned ex-husband ever.
Happy Seventeenth Year, Pei Sun!
Love, your ex-wife.
Hugs, kisses, and maybe some Hersheys. ;p
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