STOP BANGING AT HER EARS PIG DELLA MALORA. STOP STOP STOP. WHEN YOU WANT TO THINK OF SOMEONE CAN YOU PLEASE THINK AT THE WHORE OF YOUR MOTHER.
I am not...
STOP LISTENING TO HER TELEPHONE CALLS AND STOP CALLING HER CALLERS AND ARRANGE THINGS YOUR WAY.
I do not even know her new telephone number.
YOU RECEIVED IT RIGHT AWAY FROM YOUR BELOVED FRIENDS AT telstraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... Gee they are prompt with you...
I don`t know what you are talking about.
STOP SAYING TO PEOPLE THAT SHE IS YOUR WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ... SHE HAS NEVER BEEN YOUR WIFE, YOU NEVER EVEN INVITED HER OUT FOR A SIMPLE .50CENTS CUP OF COFFEE. YOU NEVER EVEN SENT THE SMALLEST BOX OF CHOCOLATES... NOT THAT SHE WANTED THEM...
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR - She will be my wife with all her million - her money will have to be mine... everyone agrees with me. What would she do with her money otherwise. The money is there for a man like my self to make use of it... on whores.... high class whores... you see I have to buy $1000.00 to $5000.00 evening gowns for my fiances.
Her money will never be yours. She will never be yours. Even though you keep on entering her house, bedroom, and keep on ADMISTERING YOUR VIAGRA INJECTIONS AND PROVIDE SCRATCHES ON HER SHOULDERS, ARMS AND SO ON AND SO ON.
With all the padlocks that she put on her door, that`ll be the day.
Probably not any longer, at least NOT from the front door... as from the windows ... she can`t be sure... although they are so high, and seem to open only half way. But with your ingenuity ... she will not place her hands on the fire... she may risk to burn them. YOU BREAK ANYTHING... YOU CONVINCE ANYBODY... YOU ARE THE PERFECT THIEF...
So what? I do what I have to do.
STOP BANGING ON HER EARS, I SAID.... SHE HAD A SORE ARM ALL DAY LONG... SHE DOESN`T WANT YOUR LURES PORCO DELLA MALORA. You may think that you are sending love thoughts... she knows you better. She knows that you are a KILLER, A THIEF, A FRAUD, AND A PENIS PULLER. SHE KNOWS YOU VERY WELL.
Everyone thinks that I am the most perfect gentleman.
Yes. I showed her, in one of her dreams. How you were dressed all in white, with white shoes, and socks... In her dream you wanted to send her the message that everybody approves of you... WELL I DON`T ... AND I AM THE ONE WHO COUNTS. ENTERING SOMEONE`S BEDROOM, AND ADMINISTERING ILLEGAL INJECTIONS... not to mention VIAGRA... TO INDUCE HER TO LIKE SEX... IS NOT MY CUP OF THE MAKE OF GENTLEMAN`S TEA. AND WHO EVER HELPS YOU IS A WORST SCOUNDREL THAN YOU, YOURSELF ARE.
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Cronaca Nera a cura di Tina Barbalace
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