Posted:Thu Sep 27, 2007 9:54 AM CST
Lost underwear.
Written end of July 2007.
I saw my ex-wife for the first time since September 1999. She was re-married in the spring of 2001.
How romantic! She is still married. She was holding hands, and laying big wet kisses all over this unpleasant ugly looking face. What a sucker! Not her husbands' unpleasant looking face. He was a sucker, but now that he is sharing the ex-wives’ saddle soar canyon, he has become unpleasant, and ugly only. I was shocked! My ex-wife cheating on her husband. She married Jonathon Wilson, I don't like him already, so I see no reason to miss spell his name. I have been calling her Mrs. Big Butte Wilson ever since. The soon to be the Ex-Mrs. Big Butt Wilson. Mrs. Big Butt Wilson, spelled correctly, because I do not like her already. I think I should start a ex-husband club. The price of entry divorce. Her butt has really developed a lot of new real estate. If it keeps growing there will not be enough room for the rest of the cheating asses. The problem with marrying her is that it is not long until the new husband has to be replaced by a new boy friend, because the new husband does not understand where she went, she has become lost, and needs to find herself.
Space is needed to find herself. What if she spends all that time and energy to find yourself, and in the end she discovers nobody's home. Space from the husband, but not the new boyfriend that will help her find herself. Maybe later her underwear, and car keys. I have always known where I am at, but if I get lost, I will stay where I am at until help comes. I hate losing my underwear, and car keys in strange places.
