"I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill
I pray a flower pot falls from a window sill
And knocks you in the head like I’d like to"
Dear Fucktard,
Notice the name change? Shithead isn't quite the way I'd describe you these days. Besides, my girls of the round table say you need to be Fucktard, and so you shall. Fucktard.
Time to put on your big girl panties - I really really really dislike you. No, I think I quite hate you right about now. I know a few weeks ago I was fighting that urge - NO MORE! Hate is quite a motivator too. Motivating me to bag up all that shit you didn't get out of my house and dump on the lawn. Motivating me to stop being run over by you and balls up to your stupid face. Motivating me to put you the hell out of my life. You don't deserve me. You don't deserve my tears. And you most certainly don't deserve that knowing what you say will upset me. Cause you know why? I don't really give three shits anymore.
Talk your shit. Go ahead - please! Hear that? That's the sound of my attorney's tab getting higher and higher, which only means that much less out of your pocket. Maybe I should put a ticker up on the site - every time you do something stupid, there goes another $250/hr to my attorney. And believe me when I say this, but you WILL be paying me back every cent.
Perhaps you should stop paying the counselor her hourly rate, and start saving money for Amy's legal fees. I'll even paint you a piggy bank and put your new name on it.
Fucktard.
With much love, I mean, HATE,
Amy
When it rains, it pours! Hatred can be wonderful in short, quick bursts. I hope you have records of his stupidity. My lawyer says they're like little bills he has to pay...
ReplyDeletehope his ho' refuses to support his broke ass once this is all said and done. then he'll be broke AND alone. yup. wonder how he'll like that bed that he made? that would be when reality rips out her weave, bitch slaps him and dances away laughing and singing "it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood"!
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