Dear Tree Hugging Whore,
It’s only the beginning of July. Turn on the fucking AC, you evil twat, before I punch you in the throat and stab you in your eyeball. Please and thank you.
With sweaty regards,
P.S. The gentlemen of the South would like to
kill thank you for their mossy balls. They make a haiku for that.
moldy, mossy balls
stinking up your underpants
no blow job for you
mother nature hates
all men’s balls, both big and small
bitch gon’ neuter you