Dear John:

Dear John: You dazed BlondBombshell , ass breath bastard. You left me at the farting Beach on high way 66, and bagged me with the DangleAngle. How could you leave me there waiting for you? I had my flanking Dangler on, my cattily bored in a star, my breasts falling out of the covers, a bottle of whiskey, and waiting with fretted breath for you to bath threw the door! The only one who came in was the old BookShop, and she was hardly worth the flanking DildoPolish! Thanks for nothing with your spongy Dad's and rubber jawing whole! Abby.


And finally...

Q: Is sex dirty? A: Only when it is being done right.


(Sunday, 22 April, 2018.)

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