Mondaymorning letter.
Dear fat man.
I must praise you for your impeccable way of disclose your lack of manners and behaviour.
I must say I admire the way you excessively demean yourself.
I must applaud the way you raise your audience by perfectly diminish the whole beeing that joins together as you.
I secretly enjoy every essence of your insults. Secretly I take pleasure by knowing that you think the words your throwing at me, with the aim to stunge my heart, only enhance the way I want you to sense me. Secretly I smirk in your tremendously offensive words.
Dear fat man, the joke is on you.
