you hate your life so damn much. you dread having to log off, away from Me, your dream Girl and being thrown back into the real world with your real slob of a Wife. It eats you up inside that She can't look like Me. No matter what kind of effort She puts into Herself. It burns your eyes having to even look at Her at this point. Why can't your Wife be as hot as Me? Hahhaa, well nobody's as hot as I am, and definitely not no frumpy ass housewife. you're stuck with the ugly bitch until I'm ready to complete My plans for destroying that little marriage of yours. Till then, you'll stay wishing and hoping your Wife looked like Me.
