Hell has no fury than that of a woman scorned. No true words have been spoken. I can’t help but play that country song about “her little goodbyes” in my head as I plot out my future ‘fuck you’ tokens of love at my exes house. I plan on fully embracing my artist side and unleashing a tornado of creative and unique gestures of love the lowlife cheating piece of shit deserves. We are far past leaving a shitty note in lipstick on his bathroom mirror. We are straight up at war now. Unbeknownst to him he’s had an opened can of spicy sardines slowly rotting away in a container under his bed. Given the unusually warm July we’ve had so far I am certain he’s room will be ripper than a whore house on a hot August night. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the sheer thought of it makes me smile numerous times a day. He of all people should know it’s a very bad idea to piss off a woman with endless creativity and an immeasurable amount of hate towards him thanks to five years of his numerous lies, countless times he’s cheated, the never ending parade of bruises and other injuries he caused, etc.
and my ultimate fuck you….? I took it upon myself you set up a play date with some ridiculously HUGE cock that graced my Facebook for some unknown reason. Enjoy your phone punk. I can be a lowlife too xo. Plus when you give out such lame dick what did you really expect to happen??? Sex with my ex has gotten so uninspiring its just pathetic. A solid D- dick. Its just sad but as a bonus its usually over pretty quick.
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