Hello mother. Hello father. I am smoking, Marijuana. Cocaine is good, but crack is better. I'm so high I don't know why I'm writing this letter. Thanks for the condoms, they're really working. Except for when, I got her smoking. 'Cause then I r*p*d her, up her *ssh*l*,now I've got a son called Billy Crackle.
That is a rhyme Amber taught me today. Isn't is so completely sick?
-Isabelle, your lawfully wedded wife.
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