jacquelineanna
Well-Known Member
No. No, I got that right. Sores. Yes, SORES. Countless courses of antibiotics to get rid of the nasties you gave him. But it's all good now. They're gone along with the extra weight he gained from all the years of unhappiness living with a wretched old hag like you. I saw your pictures. Three words: FULL. BODY. LIFT.
Now he's youthful and back in fine form. He's allowing you to see him so that he may hand you an updated restraining order. Your incessant phone calls are keeping us up at night. We are exhausted from our passionate love. You really must cease and desist.
Stop calling. I'm embarrased for you. I really am.
You're much sicker than I thought. I must call you an ambulance and have you commited straight away.
I promise I won't let them send you to the mens prison again - even though it was an easy mistake for them to make.
I thought all the work they were doing with you to help with your paranoia and delsuion were working, they seemed to be but then I noticed recently you had believed you were out having your picture taken with Johnny Depp and now you have started up again about Axl.
Can I get you a cup of tea and maybe rub your head, perhaps a shawl to keep you warm and a strait jacket to keep you safe?