To my old friend Taylor,
I heard, through our mate Hudson who I called for the first time in what? Three years? Four? That you were going to marry my ex from when all of us were in London. Now, why you'd want to do this considering what she put me through I don't know. Anyway, probably something she didnt' tell you, (unless she has but I doubt she would) was that shortly before we broke up (in fact it was the main reason) was that she tried to get me to have a threesome with Donald and her. Yeah. Him. Well, I SAY threesome, what she actually said was that she wanted to see me get done by another bloke while she watched, maybe joined in later. Now, I could live with the drunken foolery (I was no saint then , but you know this) and the deameaning abuse in front of friends too to a degree but this was it. I threw Rita out of the flat that night and told her to fuck off (more words involved but you get the gist) so the take my advice and get the Hell out of Dodge.

Laters Tayl, never Reet.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Sun 7 Mar 2010, 11:56, Reply)