Unfortunately folks, I’m afraid that’s how it ends. With a whimper. After the exchange in Part 27 I stopped getting replies from Theresa and her lawyer. I have tried to contact her several times but it has all been for naught. Today is the four year anniversary of our last conversation, and I’m afraid I can’t hold on any longer. I must move on.
My best guess is the monkey AIDS finally got her, and if not that then the Ebola is sure to have ravaged her diseased body. Part of me hopes that her monkey AIDS was so strong it actually overpowered and killed the Ebola, but that is but a pipe dream.
You’ll always be a part of me, Theresa. Every time my vagina falls out and I have to duck tape it back on to my crotch I will reminisce about those glorious days when we dreamt of what could have been. Some day we will be together again, in Ebola monkey AIDS heaven, my little bloody turd polyp.Share