I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.
I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR PILLOWS. I HOPE THEY ALL GET MOLESTED
I FARTED ON YOUR HUSBAND
I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR SHOES
I'M NOT GOING TO SHARE ANY OF MY CHEESE WITH YOU, ALL YOU'D DO IS CUT IT!
No problem.
Thank you for following me back.
If you could read my stories and let me know what you think that would be fabulous.
I shall read yours as well.
Going home this weekend
Hopefully while I'm out of this hell hole I'll be able to think of more for FfY. So far I have a couple of paragraphs for it, already.