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My wife knows the minute I find out is the minute every single one of her posessions hits the street. No fucking shit. Why get married if you are going to cheat? She can get hooked on drugs, fuck a donkey, the minute that pussy opens up to another man-cock, SEE YA! I think my feelings on the subject were sung quite well by some English faggot back in the 70s:
I got home late this evening, stumbled up the stair
I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked in the bedroom there
My woman with a man was lyin' fast asleep
I felt a rage inside me, control I couldn't keep
She was a cheater
I reached the dressing table, kicked away the door
I gripped the cold black metal, a loaded .44
By this time they're awake and they don't know what to do
I scream you cheatin' bitch here's what I think of you
You are a cheater
They both pleaded for mercy, I said no way
When you do this upon me, you have no say
I treated you so real good, and this is what you do
Oh no I've finished with you, your time is through
You are a cheater
If you need a cheater there's nobody sweeter than this one
There's no neater, come on here and meet her
Cheater, cheater, cheater, come on and meet her...
Mutha Fuckin Judas Priest.
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