Dear Pete..

[Mia62]

What we had was special. Unfortunately, I have witnessed my smoochies being freely distributed to others.

I am now heartbroken and I am leaving you in the dust.


Sincerely your former drug,
Mia

 

[Saint Peter]

I thought you left me for a fishy smelling sailor?

BTW nice pussy.

 

[Mia62]

Dear Pete...

Flattery will no longer get you everywhere.

You have to prove your love to me.

Cut your hair and shave.

Regrettfully not yours,
Mia

 

[Saint Peter]

Ok.


But the hat stays.

 

[Mia62]

Do I get to wear the hat on Sundays?

 

[Saint Peter]

If your hair smells fishy like that sailor then no. If not we can talk about it.

 

[Mia62]

Dear Pete..

For a man about to be left high and dry in the dust, you are asking way too much.

I am sorry...but this seals your fate.

<sniffle>

Brokenhearted...
Mia

 

[Saint Peter]

High and dry, but not hatless.

 

[Mia62]

Dear Pete...

I truly hope that your hat is able to keep you warm on those cold, winter nights.

Walking away forever...
Mia

 

[Saint Peter]

Ok.

You can have the hat on Sundays if I can keep a goat-tee and the remote control.

 

[Mia62]

hmm...now you are starting to bargin.

Goatee...ok

remote...hmmm...don't think so.