STILL MOVING? YOU LITTLE PIECE OF DIRT.

You spoke to me on the telephone you little piece of filthy trash, knowing you were making love with my husband.

Listen braud, sign the title of your house over tommorow or your employer will fire you.
You little pint sized vermin.

The entire campus will make you the laughing stock of the MISS WHORE CLUB.

You played on the phone with me acting like a caring person " Oh, he's so rude, why don't you divorce him" ... You wanna know why you little geisha?

So his penis won't penetrate your STD INFESTED VAGINA. You gold-digging, man user.

You filthy little piece of dung from the fly of a cow's lick.

I GOT YOUR 'BODY ENVY', trash.