Hansy's Wife

"Hallo!

"This is such a NICE blog I thought I would add a picture for you all. Yes, I am Hansy's very own "hair bag," Marieke der Frieke. These days I am NTX - NOT TOO XCITING. But look at me on the right! 

"At one time, my Hansy loved to take pictures of me getting 'skull fucked' as he called it. Oh, he was one sado-masochistic nutjob. One minute he'd be growling at me and calling me dirty names. Then he would get emotional, say he was sorry, and lick the cum off my lips. 

"You have NO IDEA what it has been like for 50 years. I am so glad I will die soon. I only hope Hans dies first so I can watch him gasp like a beached whale, and groan, and call out my name. 'You are my rock, Marieke,' he will say. And I will answer. 'What, I did not hear you, I have tinnitis.' Ha ha ha. 

"The blood will drain from his face, and day after day he will shrink and shrivel from being a big fat bearded blimp to being a skeletal, frightened old man. He will sob, 'I should have made better use of the time I had left, and not spent it on the Internet giving away Christmas music to strangers.' And I will reply, 'Yes, you should have spent more time watching me giving blowjobs to Niggas. Because that's what I was doing while you were on the Internet. You used to watch and take pictures! But once you were fired at 55, and your testicles suddenly got sucked up into your intestines, and got shitted out during that diverticulitis fit, you lost ALL interest in sex. 

"You began to tell the world, 'Blogging saved my life.' What could I do but go sit in a window in an Amsterdam brothel and offer discounts to Niggas? Soon enough I got a little black book of big black dicks. I could make calls and say:  'Stubbleface is on the Internet, he will be busy for hours. Come over and merle my haggard!' Again and again I would get fucked and always finish off with a load in my mouth. Meanwhile my idiot husband was typing boasts and insults at people he didn't know. Then I would hear him crying as he vowed never to blog again. Then he would shut down his latest blog and getting a new one a minute later. 

"Now we are an old feeble couple. We go to Applebees once a week and this is a big deal. The most excitement we had in the past ten years was nearly getting into a car wreck. I only wish I could get him interested in my ISP - Infected Smelly Pussy. Oh well, I have had almost as many different Niggas as he has had smooth jazz CDs. Hundreds! He has had 20gb of Christmas music and I have had 20oz of bg. That's twenty ounces of blackman's goo. A day!"