ginny... you ********... how could you? I thought we had something? we shared so much together... getting rid of mujahids remains (that should put some flavour in a BK whopper), those tender moments like you varnishing my wooden leg, me waxing your back.

i should have suspected when in the restaurant you ordered that whole tandoori chicken with extra butter and then took it with you when you went to the bathroom.

im still confused about when we went to the zoo. where did you disappear to? and where did all those scratches and bites come from?

needless to say, i never ever want to see you or your pet chimpanzee ever again. but i would like my handcuffs back, just drop them off at my building. You can keep the olive oil and chilli paste.

i hope u meet mujahid very soon.