Saleel Majeed
New member
... I had the excrement I found in my luggage examined by a lab and they have confirmed it IS human excrement.
Again, I tried to contact you via phone but predictably, you are not answering.
Moreover, they were able to identify several foodstuffs within the sample, including a spicy chicken marinade (which they believe was rancid pre-digestion. I thought as much. I am now more inclined to believe they were homemade - as you originally insisted), chicken meat, full fat cream, twinkies, corn chips and large quantities of bourbon.
The evidence at this point seems irrefutable.
The question remains:
Why - after our night of sweet lovemaking and emotional catharsis - would you feel compelled to do a poo, insert it into a white paper bag and stuff it in my luggage?
I feel I have a good read on people and believe your outpouring of pain and anguish was genuine.
I don't want to stand in judgement of you; this could be something outside of your control. A compulsion. It is obvious you have compulsive behaviors, as witnessed through your dedication to this forum. I truly, sincerely hope that your actions weren't prompted by your discovery of my Jewish heritage. I know I keep bringing it up, but I can't help but think I saw a look cross your face when I mentioned it.
I have had time to think about our brief time together and would like to give things another chance. But in order to do that, you need to reach out. I can't fight for this relationship if you aren't even willing to talk to me.
I know it was difficult to say all that you did, but the night wasn't all bad - far from it. We had some laughs. You showed me your baseball card collection you keep hidden away; you thought the fellatio I performed was the best you'd ever had.
There might be plenty of hills to climb, but the best things in life are worth the struggle.
Please. If you want, I can book another bus for next weekend and we can hash this out - man to man.
If you have a problem with who I am then you need to say so and I will cut my losses now. Frankly, if you were to take issue with my heritage, then that's very much a you problem. Again, I don't want to infer too much, but I am left only to my imagination when you don't talk to me.
Anyway, the ball is in your court.
Again, I tried to contact you via phone but predictably, you are not answering.
Moreover, they were able to identify several foodstuffs within the sample, including a spicy chicken marinade (which they believe was rancid pre-digestion. I thought as much. I am now more inclined to believe they were homemade - as you originally insisted), chicken meat, full fat cream, twinkies, corn chips and large quantities of bourbon.
The evidence at this point seems irrefutable.
The question remains:
Why - after our night of sweet lovemaking and emotional catharsis - would you feel compelled to do a poo, insert it into a white paper bag and stuff it in my luggage?
I feel I have a good read on people and believe your outpouring of pain and anguish was genuine.
I don't want to stand in judgement of you; this could be something outside of your control. A compulsion. It is obvious you have compulsive behaviors, as witnessed through your dedication to this forum. I truly, sincerely hope that your actions weren't prompted by your discovery of my Jewish heritage. I know I keep bringing it up, but I can't help but think I saw a look cross your face when I mentioned it.
I have had time to think about our brief time together and would like to give things another chance. But in order to do that, you need to reach out. I can't fight for this relationship if you aren't even willing to talk to me.
I know it was difficult to say all that you did, but the night wasn't all bad - far from it. We had some laughs. You showed me your baseball card collection you keep hidden away; you thought the fellatio I performed was the best you'd ever had.
There might be plenty of hills to climb, but the best things in life are worth the struggle.
Please. If you want, I can book another bus for next weekend and we can hash this out - man to man.
If you have a problem with who I am then you need to say so and I will cut my losses now. Frankly, if you were to take issue with my heritage, then that's very much a you problem. Again, I don't want to infer too much, but I am left only to my imagination when you don't talk to me.
Anyway, the ball is in your court.
