Valerie said...
O Anna Anna Babe
WHY THIS OBSESSION WITH THAT FUCKWIT GLEDWOOD? You really need drastic psychotherapy on this one. I can't believe I'm saying this. Seven years chained to a bed in a Cambodian brothel and my counsellor believed I had "issues of sexual trust" well WOULDN'T YOU??!
I only did "therapy" to pass the time in prison. Whingeing bitches trying to get their hands on my drug supply 24/7, totally did my head in. (Not that I wasn't profiting heavily and QUEEN OF THAT PLACE. But still....) I ended up with post traumatic stress disorder when I ran out of crack, didn't I?Normally I wouldn't advise anybody waste their time with a counsellor but you, Honeytits, you sound like you really need it.
As for the suicide shit. That's obviously a lack of Dilaudid and other strong opiates speaking. I felt suicidal when I was in that shithole of a women's jail on only 800mg methadone. I willingly accepted the detox in order to bring down my tolerance for a bit. Remember I poked the governor's eyes out with a nifty V sign, when she complained that my constant use of her computer between 10pm and 4am (only hours that sad bitch didn't work) was "turning her office into my personal fiefdom". She also seemed to have a problem with the constant supply of dancing boys and vodka I brought in. Didn't care so much about the drugs supply. That was safely stashed up Ho Ling and Fat Trish's private parts. But the bitch wanted to teach me a lesson and I thought "a change is as good as a rest" coupla weeks on methadone bored the living shit out of me I was so glad to get out of the punishment block and back to crack, smack and reality.
The old crack was making me see and hear an old witch cackling over her couldron. The doc said it was just to be expected after a lifetime of hard drugs abuse. But that fucking old hag kept me awake all night with her cackling laughter. Except when I was bombed outta me head on illicit Rohypnol.
I've never been chased by a giant teddybear like you have, but I do have irritable bowels syndrome as I said before. That involves a constant cycling and mood swings of the bowels: a fluctuation between football-sized lumps of constipation and the raving shits that squirt out so fast you wouldn't believe it. So I thoroughly sympathize with what you're going through with this bipolar disorder.
Now darling are you going to divorce this saddo cyber husband of yours or shall I turn up at yours with a twelve-bore and shoot you right between the eyes. Put you right out of your misery that would. I've SEEN that loser Gledwood. Not only does he look like a homeless as he himself says but he stinks, is covered in needle marks including where he's shot up in that vein on his forehead. And he hasn't washed his straggling hair in about ten years. Looks like an about-to-be-binned floor mop it does.
Now Honeybuns cheer up why doncha. I sent ya a lovely million-milligrams pot of neat Dilaudid. It was addressed to Anna Grace Old. That's your name isn't it? 2057 Cedars Drive, Green Bay, WI, USA.
If you didn't get it some unsuspecting motherfucker's gonna be extremely happy that's all I say!
Email me soon, I want to know you're OK. As for that Anonymous saying you're a big mac addict ~ so am I, darling, so am I. Only ever want one after a golfball sized shot of China White Heroin which means I'm about 200lbs overweight... but there we go!
Ta-ra sweetypies and CHINA UP.
Fuckit china white on the brain, me. I meant CHIN UP.
BYE BYE BABY AND KICK THAT FUCKING LOSER GLEDWOOD OUTTA YOUR MIND. YOU'RE WORTH SO MUCH MORE!!
Your loving friend
Valerie
xoxoxox
May 5, 2011 9:07 AM
Valerie said...
And RSVP this time you miserable sow. Do you KNOW how difficult it is to tap this shit into a blackberry with a French manicure, one whining husband asking where the last quarter key of crack has gone and two little shits blithering away in a Central Asian language? I mean my little DARLING KIDS whingeing away in Chinese that they want their dinner. Fucking Chinese nanny did a runner when she realized we were A-grade druggies didn't she. Now I'm lumbered with 2 kids fluent in Mandarin who barely know a word of English. They go to the Chinese school down the road. Thought it would be an investment in their future, didn't I. How was I to know English lessons were barely on the curriculum? Least it means Brucey and me can have a private conversation about the whos/what/wherefores of our Conspiracy to Supply All Australia With pure A-grade white smack doesn't it. But apart from that it's a real fucker not being able to communicate with your own offspring.
They stay in the house next door so's not to get under our feet what with the constant piping/hitting up/drinking/all night cards parties and swinging nights Brucey puts on. Get on real well with the neighbours now we do. Now that we have naked photos of them being snorting cocaine while being whipped on the arse by me dressed in a rubber cow costume, complete with milk-squirting udders. Complaints to the police have gone down 97% since Brucey's "bridge night" brainwave. Only trouble we have now is the binocular weilding old bitch opposite. Until I paid of a psychiatrist to diagnose her with paranoid schizophrenia and alzehimers and had her bundled off in restraints to the State Mental Institution.Unfortunately there's a hole in the hedge where our Bull Mastiff escaped when we forgot to feed him for a week, so our little-shit kids are constantly running into the house complaining about Chairman Mao, silk worm blight in Hunan Province, or whatever the fuck they chatter on about.
Does your Mr Kim know any English at all? My colleagues up in those Burmese Hills say he's fluent in Cantonese which is a bit of an inconvenience considering the local languages are Burmese, Thai and Wa with a bit of Shan thrown in.
If he is, once he's done stirring the latest 10-tonne batch of shitty brown heroin into nectar of the Gods (China White) would you PLEASE arrange for him to come down here. I don't care how fucking doddery he is, or that he is patently half blind. Long as he can keep my unruly kids in order and interpret for me what the living shite they are saying, he's my man.
Gotta go darling, more crack to pipe.
PS that fucking witch shut up her constant mumblings soon as I was outta the can. See what prison does to ya? Sends yer nuts. I reckon that brown bear you saw on that crack binge, manic episode whatever the fuck it was... I reckon it was a symbol of the love you have for your oxycondom-filled old dad. I'm into psychotherapy meself, long as it's purely drug-related and I'm high on drugs when I do it. Otherwise it's like sobriety. Complete fucking waste of time!!!
Yours noddingly
Val
XxXxXxX
May 5, 2011 9:30 AM
Anna Grace said...
Valarie you old cow,
I love dirty men. The less he washes his hair the better. That Gledwood is so sweet. I heart him.
Thank God for the Dilauded you've sent because I'm sick as a dog, as my dog would be after eating parts of me while I lie there dead after shot gun blast to the head.
I'm gonna post a graffic suicide on blog today. Its of a American congress man who shots himself in the head on live TV.
don't get ideas of shooting old Bruce with a shotgun to the head.
Be safe china white queen.
Tell gledwood that I'm the worst thing that could happen to him. He's lucy I'm 3000 miles away.
All my love you daft cow.
Xoxoxox
May 5, 2011 9:20 AM
Valerie said...
O you beat me too it you fucking bitch. Thought you were going to ignore me, as per usual, I did.
What are you saying? You like stinking, scummy 100 year old looking homeless guys? Well you've found the mother of 'em all with that Gledwood, that's for sure.Stank the house out he did in our last new year's eve party. Guests had to crowd round the barbecue and Bruce's burnt sausages just to escape the stench.
What do you mean "don't get ideas of shooting my Brucey through the head"..? Only comfort I have in life is that fantasy, babes. Truly, apart from the smack and crack that's my only comfort.
It's true the bastard invests our money in respectable enterprises: gambling houses, strip joints and whorehouses, but I'm sure I could do without him.
NOW PLEASE DO YOU KNOW OF ANY BILINGUAL MANDARIN-ENGLISH SPEAKING NANNIES PREFERABLY WITH AN OPEN MIND AND/OR DRUG HABIT WHO WOULD BE WILLING TO LOOK AFTER MY LITTLE SHITS 24/7.???
I'm willing to pay $100,000 a year just to have the little blighters taken off my hands.
I would get them adopted but Bruce bursts into tears then rides that lawnmower bare ass naked more than ever when I suggest that one.
Oh what a shitty life this is.
Personally I can't wait till the first 2 tonnes of that fresh batch of gear come through.
The current one we're on has been up an illegal immigrants anus. Smells that way too, specially if you cook it up too long.
Got to go honey. Bruce is trying to steal my pipe. As per normal
Take care and have a good time on the Dilaudid
Yours truly
Val
XxXxXxX
2 comments:
GLEDWOOD TAKE THIS SHIT DOWN NOW!
Breach of copyright act 1980 section 127/B/ii: PERMISSION DENIED.
If you fail to respond in 24 hours it won't be neat heroin I'll be sending round your shithole of a house it'll be a 6 foot 5 Taliban member with a rocket launching grenade to BLAST YOU IN THE FACE
yours LOVINGLY AS ALWAYS
Auntie Val
xxx
Thanks Anna I havent done fuck all re cleaning my house is crawling with cockroaches and mice (only a few cockroaches and 2 mice). My back is bad I keep going to bed in the day to avoid the world. I have to fucking clean up some time. I set my sights on next week...
if i don't manage it hopefully that 6ft 5 Taliban bastard will come and shoot me dead so I won't have no worries anyhow
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