I can say whatever the fuck I want and you can’t do anything about it. I’m going to enjoy using you. Oh, what’s wrong, freak? Can’t find your pen, freak? Oh, that’s too bad, because maybe then you could write yourself a little note saying how much Natalie hates your fucking guts. You know what one of the reasons for short term memory loss is? Venereal disease. Maybe your fucking cunt of a wife sucked one too many diseased cocks and turned you into a fucking retard. Oh, you sad, sad freak, I can say whatever the fuck I want and you can’t do anything about it. Because you won’t remember. And we’ll still be friends. Maybe even lovers. I’ll see you soon.