|A Portrait of a Woman (Ivan Kramskoi, 1883)|
Valerie lied and cheated and talked behind my back.
She conned me out of a great deal of money. She talked me into leaving a good job.
Her backbone was ramrod straight, her lips were pursed in a perennial "oh" and the giant dill shoved up her high-falutin' ass was lubricated with extra ass-juice and garlic.
I can't think of the letter V without thinking about her.
She appeared so normal but she was odd in so many ways.
This was the oddest: Valerie wore pantyhose under her shorts. Even in the hottest days of summer. Even in the backyard tooling around with the petunias.
Who does that?