Ok, now, hear this. My rule for all of those that have a name like the above ARE AS FOLLOWS: If you are going to have a name with PIGGY in it and you are so enamored that you tip and tip again, you MIGHT AS WELL FUCKING TIP FOUR DIGIT NUMBERS. It’s obvious that you have no life and have no need for material things, a twitfuck-tard such as yourself. But, you DO HAVE A NEED to redeem this emptiness by helping her get her new car. Especially since you haven’t called due to the fact that you know that once you hear my stern, strict yet beautiful musical feminine voice, you’ll be trapped (not wrapped) around my clit hairs.
I KNOW I sound like an ungrateful twat but hey, I’m on my period, haven’t gotten fucked like I want to in WAY TOO LONG (DOESN’T mean I haven’t gotten laid-just wan’t good) and NYC is freezing like a cunt-bitch!
there’s another looser who after spending a ton of money on me between the first and the fifth who became delirious when I described how I was going to kick in his balls. Any looser who announces over and over again without hesitation that he deserves all the punishment that is to be bestowed before him by his GODDESS should be shot if he can’t handle it or if he can’t admit that he doesn’t want to do it. That’s THE KIND OF LOOSER YOU ARE IF YOU’RE READING THIS. The ONLY WAY to redeem yourself is to apologize profusely.
Then there’s a big fan who loves to use me as his sex slave. He’s a cheapo Austrailian named Tony but hey, he’s a fan so what can I say. Maybe he just cums fast, or that I’m kind of getting used to calls that last at least 30 minutes these days or calls that are on my expensive lines.