On the first day of Christmas, I handed my true love a piece of paper with the heading, divorce decree! He had to call his new love, and talk to her for eight minutes, to explain things, and calm her down. Xxnx He stated he will also continue sleeping in the guest room, as he doesn’t want to even see me at six a.m. I already have four naughty words in my mind to tell her. He also grumbled that I had the audacity to call him four naughty words; three he just knew were cuss words in French. I won’t even talk to my new lover for even eight seconds; turns out, she is fucking hooker. After all, she did signed the divorce decree!”
On the twelfth day of Christmas, My true love said, “I packed twelve bags and headed out of town.
