It’s been a big week for Me on the Cocaine Forced Intoxication front and it’s always where I do the most damage. If I am a Butcheress, My favorite cleaver is …
cocaine and booze. (But don’t get it twisted, I have LOTS of tools with which to carve up My bacon and I wield them all with deadly accuracy.) Error called in the wee hours of the morning, snorting and drinking his way to something way better than his wife.
He has got to leave that bitch, hag wife of his. Oh sweet jesus, she’s sucking the life force out of him with the power of a hideous, boring, and stupid black hole that seemingly has no actual knowledge of the man she married. And for fuck’s sake, the bitch is more desperate and terrified than ever. At this point she’s asking if he left to file for divorce every time he walks out of the god damned house. She’s fucking terrified to be alone, and at this point, she’s trying to hold that marriage together with desperate pleas and sad guilt trips. And she really should be terrified. Error and I are unbreakable. We will never cease to be.
I won’t lie, I enjoy terrorizing her. But it’s mainly because she totally fucking deserves it and is the most pathetic excuse for a woman ever. So … yeah. Dumb bitch. I win. Everything. Always.
Call Me on Niteflirt. It’s where everything goes down.
And before you even fucking ask, NO, I absolutely will NOT accept paypal from you. If you get to the point of investment that Error has made in Me, there are options. So bring about 50 grand with you if you expect alternative financing. NITEFLIRT ONLY!
xx – Porsha Rajal