I got this postcard from my good friend Betsy.(Betsy is a preteen deaf refuge that communicates on some sort of contemporary electronic keyboard… it’s really quite amazing).
But anyways, Betsy is a jackass for sending me this postcard. I literally squirted a pea size amount of diarrhea… or maybe the correct word would be a “bulbous” size gem. This mess happened because I thought the postcard was sent to the wrong address. The post officer even wrote a question mark on the postcard with the word “try.” …. I love it.
For your background information, Betsy is a wine attendant at the Biltmore estates with a legal visa. I am referred to as Jasmine Casanova.
Biltmore is the bees knees!! Too bad I’m a rich b##&! and already live luxuriously.
Betsy is going to pay. I’ve already started a postcard to send back opening with the line:
“We should do coke sometime and let me F##&! you.”