Why u no good FAKE P.O.S. How can you try to equivocate my love for you before your fling with the Scheft-dog at Aspen Gay Ski week? I'm sick of it, and I'm not taking your abuse anymore. Not for another minute, bitch!
You left me, after you used and abused me like the used tranvestite-prostitute that you originally....solicited on MySpace. How could I be so naive?!! I thought you and I found a connection, that we were soul-mates. A DAMNED REAL CONNECTION...I should have known better. Once you discovered, I was really a "he"...that made you even more excited. Admit it, bitch.
You and Scheft-dog can have at it. Even as a tranny, I know my clit could satisfy you more than you will ever get from that NFL-reporter-wannabe than....anything, ANYTHING, he can give you. So GFY, Mr. Taco Juan.
I'm on to bigger and better people than you.
I remember the
ending of that pathetic "favorite" movie you made me suffer through so many times, do you?