The horror of what is done to me can hardly be expressed. Words might do if there were enough words in my - if I may say so, quite extensive- vocabulary. And I suppose you will all think I exagerate but it is no fun to be adressed by someone you hold in the lowest (or highest if that's worse) contempt with a term of endearment.
I do not wish to be called 'Morhanneke' , not by I man whose name I hope will be cursed, who may rot in hell for all I care and slow and whose painful demise cannot come too soon.
Can everyone lend me a bar of soap? I can't promise to give it back though I might need it in it's entirety.
1 comment:
omg, that's all I can say
Post a Comment