dear imagine a day with cuntface diary,
unable to share the bedroom with her husband, (sworn court testimony) cuntface wakes up and searches the bi-level 1960's home for her hero, who she realizes is not hidden away in his usual crevice in the basement where she hangs the old plates from all the old cars and the blazer between the washer and across from the furnace, no the city employee ain't textin on his secret phone today- he's at work. what a relief that is. she wont have to come up with an excuse to leave him at home while she goes to eat. instead she'll get to call him all day and blow his phone up at work, another favorite thing of hers to do. she'll first look around the house and make a quick mental note of everything she'll want to bitch about, then she'll make the first call. she'll tear into him. it wont be good. the hang up. then about 35 minutes later, another call- only this time- the hero wont answer. he'll be 'working' and this will cause cuntface to become alarmed. she doesn't trust the hero yet. "is he really working? or is he on the phone with some other whore?" she will think. she will call his phone again. he wont answer. she will call the city phone number. someone else will answer and tell them he is unavailable. "but are they lying?" nobody likes her. she'll drive up there and see the trucks. she'll call he'll answer and say they, "just got back." she'll go in and feel the tires and engine. he'll say, "another engine dropped them off."
unable to share the bedroom with her husband, (sworn court testimony) cuntface wakes up and searches the bi-level 1960's home for her hero, who she realizes is not hidden away in his usual crevice in the basement where she hangs the old plates from all the old cars and the blazer between the washer and across from the furnace, no the city employee ain't textin on his secret phone today- he's at work. what a relief that is. she wont have to come up with an excuse to leave him at home while she goes to eat. instead she'll get to call him all day and blow his phone up at work, another favorite thing of hers to do. she'll first look around the house and make a quick mental note of everything she'll want to bitch about, then she'll make the first call. she'll tear into him. it wont be good. the hang up. then about 35 minutes later, another call- only this time- the hero wont answer. he'll be 'working' and this will cause cuntface to become alarmed. she doesn't trust the hero yet. "is he really working? or is he on the phone with some other whore?" she will think. she will call his phone again. he wont answer. she will call the city phone number. someone else will answer and tell them he is unavailable. "but are they lying?" nobody likes her. she'll drive up there and see the trucks. she'll call he'll answer and say they, "just got back." she'll go in and feel the tires and engine. he'll say, "another engine dropped them off."
