The fat cunt is clearly up cock-blocking me. If I can quickly get drunk enough to not give a fuck I’ll call you anyway. Otherwise I’ll cry myself to sleep thinking about the way I’m controlled by a fat, deformed, smelly cow with facial hair and grossly large skin tags.
PLEASE – IF YOU WANT A TRIBUTE TO READ MY EMAILS, TELL ME, BECAUSE I REALLY NEED TO VENT RIGHT NOW!!!!!
I was trying very hard to be understanding, respectful and even attracted to her. But despite MULTIPLE conversations (and you know that I gnerally have shied heavily away from direct confrontation, but haven’t been able to take it anymore), she’s still not getting her skin tags removed and not showering regularly. Oh, she went through a brief period where, solely to humor me, she showered 3 times a week. Yay. But that quickly degenerated and then disappeared. And the SKIN TAGS!!!! After multiple subtle, then slowly less subtle hints over the course of a few years, I finally recently said point blank that she really needed to have them removed. She was indignant that I appeared to be bothered by them and said she didn’t see what the big deal is. I pointed out as delicately as I could that the ones that could be seen publicly at least . . . would probably draw some attention. She just scoffed. Ladies: When she wears a swimsuit or sleeveless top (which she does WAY too often – talk about lack of self-awareness), she has this enormous role of fat that’s pushed out, right under her arm, goes all the way from front to back. In and of itself this fucking role is disgusting. Enough to make someone turn their head and cringe. And now she has a fucking thick, centimeter long skin tag right in the middle of it.
And we’re not even talking about the other public ones (a couple on her face now, even), let alone the row of them in the sweaty, nasty, smelly area between her boobs and her top stomach roll, or the fucking two that stand like the Pillars of Fucking Hercules on both of her inner thighs, “guarding” the entrance to that vile swamp no normal person would seek to visit in the first place.
Look: Even if we just absolve her of her obesity; say, nope, not her fault at all, just unfortunate genes and there’s nothing she can do about it (and damn you who would suggest that abject laziness and troughs of sour cream might contribute to the problem), damn: Fucking bathing and removing hideous, witch-looking deformities is clearly not too much to ask of a woman. Especially when she’s so fucking disgusting her body is not recognizable as a female-human in the first place. LEAST she could fucking do. FUCK.
So, we’re back as always to me NEEDING you to publicly humiliate her and I to have any kind of sexual arousal. Have fun.
Love, Brad
