I’m disgusted with you.
When I think of all the nights I spent huddled in a corner in my closet, crying my eyes out, clutching an empty box of KFC, well it just burns my toast.
“Ghetto booty Wanda,” they all said. “He don’t do chubby,” they all said. “He likes hungry blondes,” they all said.
Well, if you like hungry blondes so much, how do you explain this:
So it’s like that, huh? You finally admit that you like full-figured black women and you’re cheating on me already? What kinda shit is that?
You know I’m not one to step to another sister so maybe you ought to start thinking about how to cut her loose. You’d better do it soon too because I’m already thinking about maybe not writing you so many letters anymore. I might cut down to two or three times a month. You’d like that wouldn’t you?
P.S. So what is she anyway? About a size 12, 14? I can do size 14. Just give me about six weeks, K?
Editorial note: I wasn’t going to write to Orlando again so soon but my blog stats told me in no uncertain terms that you’d rather read this crap than hear me rant about politics. The lunatics have spoken!