This is a photo of me and this girl I know named Melissa. I always thought Melissa was a nice girl until she betrayed me. One night she invited me to a “Girl’s Night In” slumber party (lol honorary girl here) and I went hoping to get drunk with a bunch of awesome girls and to gossip about boys. When I got there I was ambushed!
They tied me up and forced me to touch their dildoes that had been inside them and i started crying. Then they put me in an ugly white shirt they probably found at goodwill and chopped off my left leg. Melissa was very good with her hands and she dipped her hand in my gushing blood and painted this swastika on my chest. I was devastated because I’m not racist OKAY? (I love my half mixed neighbour and I said hi to her in an elevator once). When she was done painting the swastika she slapped me with her shoe and told me to stand up on my right leg and smile. Just then, Melissa’s sister Judie came in with a camera and snapped this pic of us.
It might look all happy and innocent and all in good fun. But Melissa is pure evil. You know how you don’t see her left hand in the picture? That’s because it was silent ducked inside of me (i haven’t sat down in over a year). Do you see my right hand holding her waist? That was for support because I only have one leg (not because I liked her or anything).
You can see in her eyes that Melissa is the reincarnation of Lucifer.
She knows how to hurt good people and she might come after your gay coloured children. Now my whole reputation is ruined and I can’t run and it’s all because of her. The moral of the story is to never trust a girl named Melissa, because they will all befriend you, invite you over, make you touch her dildoes and chop your leg off and label you a racist.
May 26th marks the 4th anniversary of when Melissa made me touch her dildoes, crippled me, fisted me, and ruined my life. If you have a heart you will reblog this and spread the word so that this monster can be caught and brought to justice.