Coke Whore

Dear Ashlee, if you’re reading this i think your stroke ridden look you call a “duck face” looks more like a prolapsed asshole, also I think your cooking taste like a busted Daytona hookers Vagina at the end of shift on Valentine’s Day... we used to throw some big parties and I will always remember the time when I took your half retarded but hot cousin into our room and yodeled her chamber of secrets. I miss those memories like the time your fat mother fell through our deck and I saw it all happen from inside but I quickly tiptoed into the garage and acted shocked when everyone found her. But your couchy look like a box of cow tongues and smelled of moth balls, that being unrelated to your general smell of Marlboro and stale farts. I wish both you and your that iPhone you always have shoved up your cunt while driving you call a boyfriend, the best of luck.