just for your knowledge Mo's bush is always trimmed and shaved ..... 
My dearest Monica, Allah forgive me, but if I may, I'd like to talk to you regarding your latest husband. He's just not doing it for you. Why are you letting him cramp your style like this? I mean, Look:
- Could land a jumbo jet on his forehead. That's bad enough in itself but the fact that he tries to hide it with those stupid hats warrants the death penalty.
- Fragile little neck like a cocktail stick.
- Only thing shorter than his lower third is the list of people who don't want to punch him.
- Evil, wonky smile like Mr. Burns. Do we even know what he's plotting? It's probably something sordid and corrupt (the clue is in his last name: JEWett).
- Built like a bag of dog shit that got flung and snagged on a fence. Has he even lifted a day in his life?
- Weird attraction to horses. What's the difference between a horse and a motorbike? A massive fucking cock. The fact that he's riding horses instead of bikes tells me that he's obsessed with the huge knobs.
- Fashion sense of a school shooter.
There's just no way he's satisfying you. Now, I'm not saying dump him. He's obviously got money and you're a smart woman for rinsing him. But I am suggesting that I bang the life out of you frequently on the side in order to keep you happy. Heck, we can even do it in front of him. It's not like he'd be able to stop me. I'm just throwing the idea out there because I want you to be happy, Monica. Think about it.
Love,
Big Mo Omari
