Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I only think of you when I shit.

Today I went down to the Qdoba Mexican Grill for some fajitas. Mexicans sure know how to grill up some tasty shit. Shit is also what mexican food makes me do, take a shit. And that's what you are Wanda. A piece of shit! Remember the time we were fishing down at the retention pond and you fell in so I gave you my t-shirt to wear so you wouldn't be cold and I told you I loved you. I was wrong! I was talking to Pam and she said she always knew you were bad and she told me all along. I should have listened to her becuase she was right. You never appreciated anything I done for you and I always was going out of my way. I hope one day you realize what a big mistake you made and you come crawling back but I won't take you back in a million years. Think again! I'm moved on! Just wanted you to know.

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