The Perils of Literature, part 324(a)
Just had an email, prompted (I assume) by the various reviews of vampire books on my website.
"hi there my name is [you don't need to know].i want to no if i was there and i showed you my neck and you needed to drink some blood.would you bite me.let me give you an idea of what my neck looks like.email me back"
She sent me a photo too.
Ewwwwww.
"hi there my name is [you don't need to know].i want to no if i was there and i showed you my neck and you needed to drink some blood.would you bite me.let me give you an idea of what my neck looks like.email me back"
She sent me a photo too.
Ewwwwww.
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Has she no shame?
How can she send you an email so badly spelled and punctuated?
Let's see the picture of her neck then. Why don't you do a poll?
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The Stalker's Neck
To feel her plump carotid burst.
She flaunts her neck, she wants a bite,
But we all think her grammar's shite.
Her bold ambition's sadly cursed:
She'll have to study writing first.
Just mail her back, and say you might,
If she can only learn to write.
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