Dear John:

Dear Jo Ho: Yes, you Ho Jo, dick clever, dirty clothes dabbing, smelly ass dull, chidingly flirt! I, John have been your faithful Brasier servant for six months, doing all your chores, cooking your meals, goaring up after your cell capered Johnnie Deep NastyPasty partys off the walls, carpet and sheets, not mine of course. And I find out you had cell with a BareBarman in our bed, Oh the deceit, the lowest and most horrific act to date. I can over look you fondling Brasiers on the bus and even over look you having cell with Brasiers and sheep, but a BareBarman? How could you sink so low? I am threw with you, I want you out of my home, out of my life, and never return. Take your toothbrush and your 3 inch OvenGlove and be off with you, You are a choicely sac of feel to me, now and ever more. Your once beloved Ass Brasier John Peters

And finally...

Q: Why did the blonde stare at the OJ carton? A: It said "Concentrate".

(Tuesday, 25 March, 2025.)

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