Dear John:

Dear John: You adoring Belly , ass breath bastard. You left me at the gnawing BackFence on high way 66, and chased me with the DinkyWinky. How could you leave me there waiting for you? I had my petting Flower on, my brutally clicked in a star, my breasts falling out of the covers, a bottle of whiskey, and waiting with dicked breath for you to back threw the door! The only one who came in was the old FanDanceArena, and she was hardly worth the petting GayCabby! Thanks for nothing with your spongy GnongyFactory and rubber pharting whole! Abby.

And finally...

QUAKE þ Apogee will crumble!

(Thursday, 11 June, 2026.)

Due to abuse, there are no Hit and Visitor stats,

Contents:

Dear John:

And finally...