Dear Kathdear,
I don't really know how to tell you this, I'm selling myself for candy. I think I realized it that night you picked your nose with George Bush and Stephen Harper and I saw you carve your initials into my boyfriend. I'm sure you're shamed enough to understand that I'm allergic to your earlobes. I'm returning your Hannah Montana underwear to you, but I'll keep the results of that blood-sample as a memory. You should also know that I love your sweet, sweet ass and i’m off to lead a new life as a lemon.
Go drown yourself,
Craydear
from Facebook. a survey. I'm too tired to put the details so go do it whatever way you want. HAHAHA