So.
My husband had an affair.
Yup, you heard me right.
An affair so deplorable I BURIED the slut alive.
She didn't struggle at all. In fact, she was so quiet I almost thought her dead.
I placed her in a zip-lock bag before I bubble-wrapped her in one piece. She did not scream or protest. She just lay there motionless while I grabbed the spade from the garage and started pressing into the earth.
I dug...
and I dug...
and I dumped the body in the pit I created in our backyard before putting the earth back.
But alas, the cheater of a husband discovered her whereabouts through an anonymous tipper, and he has since been reunited with her.
Her - Penelope, the mistress, the husband-snatcher, THE PSP!
The irony of it is: I got Penelope for him as a birthday present.
At first, she was mostly his toilet-companion who never saw (or smelled) the world beyond the cubicle. I was okay with their relationship because it was purely "business" (pun?). :P
Then one day, he took her to the bedroom (yucks, I know!), and that's when the infernal affair began.
I saw how he had his fingers all over her, and she in return, provided what seemed like pleasure so intense it consumed all of him.
And before I knew it, attraction turned into addiction, and he would seek her out at every possible chance; and she would titillate him to greater heights with newer and more exciting games.
Games that sometimes vexed him because she wouldn't let him go all the way. She would reward him with mini victories, and she would dangle the carrot of a grand prize but never quite near enough for him to attain it.
Yet, he would press on for hours on end forsaking the world and looking for ways (read: consult fellow gamers on the internet) in a bid to achieve the sweet release that only a climactic completion of a game could bring.
The ultimate end, the final fantasy, the finish line.
Aaaaahhhhhh yes. Who wouldn't want that?
.
.
.
.
ME!
And that's why the attempt to rid of her.
Unfortunately, her body was found, exhumed and resuscitated back to life.
But you know what? She won't be around for long.
Just wait and see.
Ngak. Ngak. Ngak.
My husband had an affair.
Yup, you heard me right.
An affair so deplorable I BURIED the slut alive.
She didn't struggle at all. In fact, she was so quiet I almost thought her dead.
I placed her in a zip-lock bag before I bubble-wrapped her in one piece. She did not scream or protest. She just lay there motionless while I grabbed the spade from the garage and started pressing into the earth.
I dug...
and I dug...
and I dumped the body in the pit I created in our backyard before putting the earth back.
But alas, the cheater of a husband discovered her whereabouts through an anonymous tipper, and he has since been reunited with her.
Her - Penelope, the mistress, the husband-snatcher, THE PSP!
The irony of it is: I got Penelope for him as a birthday present.
At first, she was mostly his toilet-companion who never saw (or smelled) the world beyond the cubicle. I was okay with their relationship because it was purely "business" (pun?). :P
Then one day, he took her to the bedroom (yucks, I know!), and that's when the infernal affair began.
I saw how he had his fingers all over her, and she in return, provided what seemed like pleasure so intense it consumed all of him.
And before I knew it, attraction turned into addiction, and he would seek her out at every possible chance; and she would titillate him to greater heights with newer and more exciting games.
Games that sometimes vexed him because she wouldn't let him go all the way. She would reward him with mini victories, and she would dangle the carrot of a grand prize but never quite near enough for him to attain it.
Yet, he would press on for hours on end forsaking the world and looking for ways (read: consult fellow gamers on the internet) in a bid to achieve the sweet release that only a climactic completion of a game could bring.
The ultimate end, the final fantasy, the finish line.
Aaaaahhhhhh yes. Who wouldn't want that?
.
.
.
.
ME!
And that's why the attempt to rid of her.
Unfortunately, her body was found, exhumed and resuscitated back to life.
But you know what? She won't be around for long.
Just wait and see.
Ngak. Ngak. Ngak.
;p
5 comments:
walau..so bad...PSP are so nice! i have one too...haha.....
NO... dun kill the slut... i like it though.. haha
Did you seriously attempt to bury the freakin PSP?? That's hilarious! Wish I could have seen Joe's face when he uncovered the plot :P
Adrian, don't worry, I'm only killing Joe's slut (not yours). LOL.
Daph, yes, I buried her alive! :P
HA HA HA......lucky i didn't get one for Wende if not, i will suffer the same fate as you ;P
C'mon Sooling, I know Wende. He will be more addicted to you than anything you get him! ;)
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