On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, one whore, two whore, three whore, four. Now let me ask all of you this, what the hell kind of gift is that?
And when are these women who like to part-time on other women's pogo sticks going to figure out that being a ho only counts when it is spelled H.O.E? Because everyone ought to know it just isn't possible to make no house wife out of a ho ho.
I tell ya I just have no patience left with bitches who have been running so long that they don't even know how to go lay by their dish. I sure wish their husbands would put them on a leash.
Oh and the moral of the story is if a man gives you shit and calls it a gift? Better look that gift horse in the mouth and maybe even take them in to be seen by a doctor of proctology.
Get ready kids I am on a roll...
Dear Mr. Big Ed I require proof of your claim of paternity. Because I just cannot believe that some ass who goes around masquerading as a white man while taking money from a Native sovereign Nation could be in any way related to me! And if that test proves that you are a scammer and liar? Oh my goodness it is going to get expensive for you.
I hear about everything you ever supposedly did for me and how you were going to rein me in no matter what! Good Lord who knew you were so comic!?!
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