Dear Zilla tho i don't know you i still desire to slice your fuckin wrists and play in your blood while blasting brittney spears. I hate you as much as people on here hate my spelling.
Dear Zilla, I think you are the most wondrous girl I have ever seen, I understand this letter may scare you but it shouldn't. I don't want to hurt you, quite the opposite. I've seen you at your worst, I've cried when you've cried, I've laughed when you laughed. Some ignorant, obnoxious people think it's wrong, what I do but I know the truth; it's not. I want to be with you ever second of your life and I know once you get to know me you'll want me too. I know your likes, your dislikes, I know your favourite colour (blue) and your favourite food (avacardo), I was there when you decided to move to your new house and I was there when you decided to get pizza in because you didn't want to cook. I've been there for every second of every day and I love you. I know you'll love me too so in roughly three weeks time I will send you another letter with instructions. It will say what you need to do and what I will expect of you. Yours sincerely, Jai. NB: Refusal is not an option.
wow that person is good.........hmmm i wonder if i can get them to write me things in the future should i ever actually get a girl.
azucena i don't know what that thing is in that photo, but it kinda creeps me out and makes me happy at the same time.
it's like an ewoke but somehow evil. I can't tell if it wants to hug me or bite my head off. I love it will it marry me WHAT IS IT!!!!!
AWSOME wait where am i gonna get 500 bucks. I tried to be a male prostitute but the "johns" demanded that i pay them. i was MORE indebt when the night was over. WHAT IS THAT FUCKING THING!!!!!
no, sorry - i don't believe you hate me quite enough for that sort of action. not yet. give us time for the hate to grow.
I know you love me, I watched you order and then I gazed upon your almost sculptured face as you ate. The sauce around your face was like the icing on a magnificent cake. ...Now to murder her while she sleeps!!
dear zilla, sometimes when I lie awake at night, listening to the wind blowing gently through the trees, I fantasize about that very same wind becoming a hurricane that destroys your home and everything in it. you are the bane of my existence, the pestilence that stalks me at midday, the nasty rotten orange that I am too afraid to take out of my refrigerator. my bowels churn with the mere thought of your maggot-infested person, and your metaphorically maggot-infested soul. Kacie. P.S. all those years ago, 'twas I who ran over yer dog. good day.