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Not yet, but I will for Taylor Kinney. He is H-O-T-T-T-T!!!!

Oh Susan,

Yes, this is it. The final act, the end, the Omega, for I have finally given up the journey to independence and I shall now return to the wild forest that I have known for so long.

no longer do I have chums, I was removed from my workplace under what they call duress and the young bohunks shall have to go on without me. Stillness. In the light of the dawn and a new-world break.

Sadly, Susan and I know you were wondering, I will not be returning to my old homestead. I was just told that it no longer rests on the land where it once sat. A raging fire took its steed and where do I go? How do I return to a land that has no homestead.

I know what you’re going to say Susan. “Wanda get over it, you have no home and were removed from the concrete jungle pleasuring a bohunk. Ha! Bend over and take it Wanda!”

But Susan I can’t. I plan on purchasing a small acre of land and building a teepee where I can raise turkeys and pet them when I want. Of course, I need to name one Salty.

All a pipe dream though, all a pipe dream. I can only hope that turkey’s will graze on my small piece of land.

My father has already told me he doesn’t want to talk to me unless I pleasure his friends and I said to them “No!” I know what you would say Susan, “Wanda! Get it together! Only pleasure bohunks and not hairy shippers who do not bathe on a normal basis. A bad scrotum can destroy your intercourse happiness.”

For now, I am with my Aunt. I know what you’re thinking Susan, “Oh Wanda! You have no friends and no life goals. Dance you foolish turkey lover who owns many parkas.”

Well, you’re right. I have many parkas and I enjoy turkey. I am also a sexual person and I worry my aunt might not be. She is near the end of her age cycle and she has a fish. A fish I have renamed Fishy. He’s dead.

I know that’s a lot of info, I just don’t know what to do. There is a small speck of me that wants to pleasure the unwashed shippers, it would be easy, but Suddenly Susan never takes the easy route. If a route is rocky, there’s Susan. It a route is hard, Susan is there. If something is stupid, Susan’s behind it. If there’s a boulder in your way Susan will try and tap it. I just don’t have the Susan spirit. But I will try!

I know what you’re going to say Susan, “Wanda!! No! You don’t have the spirit. You are a salty salty woman. But you’re my true friend and I hope to pajama game with you. Days on end I think of only Wanda and her cherry.”

Oh Susan, I will be fine. The concrete jungle is not for me. I see it now. Thank you for flopping some sense into me. I can be a sexual person all by myself. I am wiser. Bolder. Like a canary who has multiple sexual partners.

Now Susan, get the gritty. Get it girl. Oh a folly! I’m a young turkish comedienne.

Get the real Susan. The Frenchman is lost. He’s bothering me. Lanky one is flopping all over the place and I can’t take him anymore. I told them, we are done. Go to your other dimension with the slimy armpit hair, cause this Wanda is over it. I have a forest to buy and turkeys to pet.

And that’s what Wanda has to say. Even you Susan, don’t mock me. I decided I like hairy men, so you never know.

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