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I hate my ex-boyfriend. I hope he dies a slow and painful death. He is a big liar and a bad lay. I'm not surprised he is a liar because he is the son of a Congressman, who's a big liar and a land-grabber, too! They steal the land of the poor and illiterate farmers. Legalized crime is their business, like all politician pigs. Since my ex is a bad lay, he bought an Expedition, to make me feel better about it. I hope his vulgar Expedition explodes with him in it. Possibly with his father, too. They would find two dead roasted pigs on the charred site. One day, I found out that he was involved in a massive cover up to build landfills near watersheds. He wanted to displace thousands of poor people to dump garbage and pollute rivers. I told him not to. He pretended to back out. I found evidence that he didn't give it up at all and if the deal pushed through, he would recieve 5 million dollars. I dumped the lying bastard. He cried and said that he was doing it for me because he wanted to buy me a house. "A house?" I asked. "I know why you want to buy me a house, you lying pig," I told him. "You want to buy me a freakin' house 'coz the Expedition is not big enough to compensate for your small dick!" I hissed at him. I left him on the ground, wriggling like a worm in pain. He was wriggling and holding on to his nuts: the ones I had kicked a second before. "Fuck you, you lying pig!" Those were the last sweet words he heard from me. THE END |
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