Dear Gonorrhea Geyser, By the time you read this, I'll be hocking your jewelry. I'm sorry for doing this but, it's for the best. I know this might comes as a bit of a shock to you - especially because things have been going so well. But I'm sorry – I just need space. I think you're swell, but I don't think we're right for each other. First of all, we're not compatible. You're a Republican, and I'm crippled by inhibitions. You like leather harnesses, you eat with your feet, and enjoy quilting, and I don't like two of these things. Your favorite movie is Anything Steven Segal, and your favorite band is N SYNCH. Do you even know what my favorite movie or band is? I once asked you what color my eyes are and you said "Nuke me some fucking hash browns!". Anyway, I want to date an entire troupe of Chippendales. But you know what? I still want to be friends of a friend. We can totally forget the other is alive . We had some good times, or so you told me . But please, don't get all John Wayne Gacy like last time. That means no crying. And look - I won't even make an issue out of the you owe me, or the fact that you punched my grandmother. So take care of yourself - and O.D. on Botox. Eat Shit, Brandon P.S. I faked every orgasm.
Lol Brandon you are putmeinursig such a fun guy. I love our TC putmeinursig chats all the time. You make me putmeinursig laugh. ILY.
