Dean who ran up your **** phone bill so you could jam kitchen utensils up your filthy snatch in the bath tub while he talked to you on the phone from America.
Dean who used up lots and lots of your money because you were stupid enough to leave your banking info exposed.
Dean who makes fun of you on a regular basis all over MSN.
That Dean, you decaying tuna smelling fat piece of ****.
Aww, Dean sent me hundreds of dollars first....when I dumped him, I sent the money back....I kept the gifts and the hand written love letters signed in blood though....it was terribly, terribly romantic and all.
