I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when I saw the purple monkey in your closet and I saw you sit on the elephant in the corner. I'm sure you're shamed enough to understand that I'm allergic to your earlobes. I'm returning your nose hair clippers to you, but I'll keep your credit cards as a memory. You should also know that I turned in my confession today about the moose poaching and I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo.
Go drown yourself,
Prostiboots
Go drown yourself,
Prostiboots