FUCK MY "DEAD-SOON" ENEMIES !!!!!!!!!!!!! =P

FUCK MY "DEAD-SOON" ENEMIES !!!!!!!!!!!!! =P

I love you is all she heard and just like that she was out the front-door on a carefree spree through the world and its travels, this girl who I loved, back in the college-daze before I got married to my wonderful Krystle, a beautiful girl I met through a friend, formerly of the last name Witherall .

TODAY IS A GREAT DAY, KRYSTLE, FOR YOU WILL BECOME A "MARQUIS" !!!!!!! =D

We're getting married soon .

We are happy together eating the finest foods at all of Worcester's greatest restaurants—like the Sole Proprietor—we go to 3-4 times a week...

Eating at a very-very-fine seafood restaurant with all expensive dishes—I can afford—and knowing the whole staff—I sure do love The Sole Proprietor .

I used to go to UNO's with Justine A.—my ex-girlfriend of almost three years—until she cheated on me... 

They had delicious "Steak on a Stick" and Caesar salads with no bread or croutons, so I "took off" 25-30 lbs.

SHE CHEATED ON ME !!!!!!!

WHAT AN IDIOT, SHE LOST THE MAN WHO DROVE HER ALL AROUND ~ phoo, her not being able to reliably navigate a vehicle .

So that's that -

Four Sentences .

The road twisted 'n' turned on Henshaw Street with soaking wet leaves littered all over the asphalt and I was going to crash my WRX, on November 2^nd, 2004, which was a big "ordeal"...

With leafs stemming out of branches at the ends of them, the tippity tips, their color was "red" which meant that their wavelength was 620-730 nm, their frequency was 400-484 THz, and their photon energy was 1.65-2.00 eV—of course being the "color" red—as governed by these specific scientific measurements of color~wavelengths~...

The twister threatened our home and the safety of my family, so we retreated to the basement where we huddled together and prayed to God with the lights flickering...

Martha was a "10" like that movie with Bo Derek, which John saw in the theater, and he loved her just like he loves going to the beach and swimming in the salt-water...

"The Toe Dilemma"

My new-wife is very strange...

You see, she's a hippie totally into The Grateful Dead and psychedelic artwork so when I asked her for her hand in marriage I proposed with a toe-ring... A TOE RING, one for her, one for me, and sure enough after YEARS of being married and enjoying designer-cuisine, at Worcester's finest restaurants, her toe-ring, our marriage-ring, got stuck on her middle-toe—after eating all of the best food at a great seafood restaurant near us in Worcester—The Sole Proprietor (www.thesole.com)

So I took her to a foot doctor to have the doctor remove it with all of his fine, "technical" foot-tools and lubricants and stuff... So my wife and I are at this Podiatrist's office and he's really prying and pulling and stretching out my wife's toe, and it was thundering and raining out—PRETTY HARD—there was a violent storm going on outside !!!!!!!

We were in the office and my wife was squeamish with the pain of the ring being pulled off, and I'm like "Hold on hunny just a little longer, bite your lip or something, you know, grit your teeth and let the man "man-handle" you... And when the rain was at its strongest, beating down on the roof, and my wife was at her limit—when A HUGE STRIKE OF LIGHTNING HIT THE BUILDING—the podiatrist put some oomph into his equation of pulling and prying and HE GOT IT OFF !!!!!!!

Her toe ring needed to be re-sized...