In all my life I have never had to read something as disgusting as Crazy B’s email informing me about how Cricket Boy has been behaving! The man is nothing more than a bastard. Actually bastard is too good for this fuck-witt, he is like the pond scum that feeds off the waste that seeps from the portable loo’s located in the townships!
The way this Mac-Daddy carries on you would think the fucker is P-Diddy. Of course according to him, and only him, his bling bling is down low… This asshole has the fucking nerve to not only hook up with one chick after the other, whilst dating Crazy B, therefore by definition making him a cheating cunt, but hooks up with another chick at the same club Crazy B is waiting for him AND THEN ASKS HER TO JOIN HIM IN HIS FREE HOTEL ROOM THE NEXT DAY ONCE THIS HOOR HAS LEFT!!! The fucking cheek – I swear if I lived in Cape Town this boy would have approximately 5 minutes to live.
I just don’t get men – why can’t you just be honest? Call something what it is from the get go… Either you turn into stalker material because it was the best shag of your life and hence you get these weird fucked up ideas of actually calling it a relationship where the words ‘us’ and ‘we’ are thrown around like ‘I’ and ‘me”! Or worse, you dick fantastic tarts around more than you wanked off in your entire hormone-filled pimply arse teenage years! Make up your fucking minds and while you at: grow some fucking balls!
So here’s hoping that Cape Town’s very own blinging Pimp contracts something, I’m thinking maybe something along the lines of an STD – which seems more than far to me. After all it would serve the fucking idiot right and remind him that sometimes sticking your wandering cock into every nook and crannie that presents itself is not always the best idea!
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