Kind of think this one's directed at me (except I know the divorce papers have been filed, thank god, although he and I are not bf/gf at all.)
I'm pretty sure I fucked your husband in your own bed when you weren't in town, blew him on the back patio, and then passed out in your backyard afterward (it was summertime) and snuck out the back door at 6am after the sun rose.
Thanks for saving me the hassle of writing my own IA about YOU. And, uh, Happy 2013. To more direct communication!
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