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Reply to "The Real Mrs. Plop"

An envelope has just slipped under my door with my name on it. Inside is a letter written in an awful brown nail polish with white flakes dried into it. It reads:

"Ef you want yer feckin' Mrss. PLOP back bring me 10 (crossed out) 20 (crossed out) a hole lot of bags of 'T...' under the Brooklen Bridge. Ef i dont git it by mornin thet stupit pooch gits thrown in first. Then that next mornin, PLOP goes plop!"

---that dumb cunt signed her own ransom note.

MESSY!!!!!!!!!
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