Not Your Father's Chevyin article <
XnsA19CAE6...@204.235.61.7>, wrote:
>undertow <Roger wiseman> wrote in a hot mess from aioe:
>
>> After serious thinking scatboi Roger Wiseman wrote :
>>> You quit DataBasix
>>>
>> Good thinking,
houston-hunks.com is an overpriced
>> steaming pile of shit since my name Roger Wiseman is
>> attached to it, fuckface.
>>
>The melt down process continues to move along nicely. Also, I am sorry
>that I can no longer get a hardon
>
>
Dam straight big boy, that little piece of shit husband of mine never worked
a day in his life. all he does all day is hugg meth and smoke cshitty weed.
I go tunr tricks for the little jerk and come hone and all he tries to do is
rob me and when I catch him in my purse I beat the livin snot of the the
little stinker. If he bothers you anymore you call me and I'll drop by and
kick his ass so
hard it'll bust his ham radio on the other room.
Now Woger you just leave this her big boy alone and I mean it you little
tranny wannabe.
Here somin more for you to tink about between hits off dat cwack pipe Woger
WOGER!!! Why can;t you get it up when I needs a lil lovin anymore, it's that
god damned crackpipe, put it away until I get home from gettin team reamed.
ROGER!!!!!!!!!! listen up now
Now young Woger was a real piece of work, if you know what I mean. Hell, we
called him Stinky because, well, you know that kid that always smells like
he shit his pants? That kid was Woger. My mammy said he couldn't help it
none because of what his daddy did to him. See, Stinky had no sphincter
control. Be that is it may, the little shit also picked his nose and ate his
own boggers.
God knows I beat him up enough for it (just for his own good you understand)
but it would never stop the fucker from dining on his own nose candy. Also,
I admit I hated the little fuck, despised him really, but he was useful.
Like, say you were a little short on lunch money that day... you could
always go beat Woger out of his lunch money.