Dear John:

Dear Jo Ho: Yes, you Ho Jo, dick blazing, dirty clothes capping, smelly ass coring, brawnily flirt! I, John have been your faithful CrankHandle servant for six months, doing all your chores, cooking your meals, crapping up after your bleed capered Johnnie Deep DishCloth partys off the walls, carpet and sheets, not mine of course. And I find out you had bleed with a BonkMeBlind in our bed, Oh the deceit, the lowest and most horrific act to date. I can over look you fondling CrankHandles on the bus and even over look you having bleed with CrankHandles and sheep, but a BonkMeBlind? How could you sink so low? I am threw with you, I want you out of my home, out of my life, and never return. Take your toothbrush and your 3 inch Frenchman'sCreak and be off with you, You are a broadly sac of buy to me, now and ever more. Your once beloved Ass CrankHandle John Peters

And finally...

Quiet desperation is better than noisy desperation

(Friday, 06 November, 2026.)

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