I still have the private messages you wrote me showing you up for the coward you are. I already withdrew my offer of a duel.
Target shooting? What chicken sh!t.
Scared? I live in a zone where terrorist attacks could occur anywhere, anytime. Friends of mine have been murdered. I’m supposed to be scared of what? You? Texas? Pork? I don’t eat it. So what.
You one of those gals who want an operation to have a johnson, and in the mean time get to use the boys’ room? That might explain your interest in my a$$.
You may be trying real hard to convince yourself that I’m pi$$ed, but the truth is I am enjoying ripping you a new vagina.
That kind of makes you a dumbass, doesn't it?
Target shooting?
Best I can do for you, I dislike travel.
You may be trying real hard to convince yourself that I’m pi$$ed
Yet you are the one stomping your feet insisting I visit your third world country.
I still have the private messages you wrote me
Print them out and leave them to your children.
Likely it's the best legacy you can manage.
Pork chops, baybay!