Fucky and Fugly

Funny, I noticed that it's been a while since I got upset at my Fucktard. 

Anyway, last night, I caught him smiling sheepishly while glancing over his Facebook account.  Being someone who is mostly right when my instincts worked big time, I asked him what the reason was behind his naughty, foolish grin.  He quickly dismissed it and answered that he was just replying to a batch mate (yeah, better read about those shitheads in that highlighted word) in high school.

I knew there was something else, and I decided to use my very useful wifely brute force and scrolled more to see what he was fussing about.  What I saw immediately screwed me up -- he was chatting with a fugly batch mate who I am positive, he didn't even knew existed back in high school.  My red buttons immediately activated themselves and what was supposed to be a normal and boring night, turned interesting --  well, at least for our dog, who heard and saw all the drama.

What really blew my already burned up fuse, is this poster which he liked:

What?!?  He agrees that she is one awesome fugly wife?  WTF?  I wouldn't whore a male friend if the tables were turned!  And Fucky was even trying to deflect everything on me by asking how come I don't get mad when he whores other females in FB.  "Well, whaddaya know, stupid", I shot back at him --  "...everything makes it normal and unsuspicious when these females are common, flirty friends!" 

I hope you get my drift up there.

This fugly woman is getting all the attention from my Fucky, she prolly is so ecstatic now that Fucky is giving her all the likes, and is whoring all her posts on FB.  He claims he isn't, but I told him there are many avenues to flirting, and what he is doing is just one of them.  Recalling how he donned that naughty smile, I just wanna chop his dick to tiny little pieces.

But I am convinced that when I dipped his toothbrush in the toilet bowl last night, whatever fiends came with it will take care of him and do their job.  Hah!

Anyway,  I was itching to write about what blew my fuse since last night, but come to think of it, the woman is fugly, I don't give a damn if they screw each other.   So long as Fucky gives me moolah to support my addiction to books, he can damn screw and fuck any hole in the wall.

Here is a photo of Ms. Fugly ---  But because I am protecting my own interests, I had to change her photo a bit.  But believe me, she doesn't look far from this:

UPDATE as of 7/27/2020: Her photo disintegrated in cyberspace when I somehow changed some email settings here.  Sadly, I cannot produce another one anymore.  But if you really want to see a glimpse of her, just take a shit in your regular throne at home, and  before flushing away, take a good look at what you just deposited in there.  Congratulations, you now have seen this bitch.