I didn’t want to let the world know about you and Bridie, James, but I can see you leave me no choice Disguising your dislike of me (because I am the best bingo player there is) under a fake concern for what my life is becoming lately, it’s just a cover up for what you did to poor Bridie.
Yes, I did pour some whiskey into Bridie’s tee, AT HER REQUEST !!!
I barely added a drop, I am not insane, you know.
I soon realised something fishy it’s going on, as the big special of the night has been announced but Bridie informed me she needs to go home. She never had done that before. I followed her, and I was surprised to see her going to YOUR HOUSE. I looked in the window and watched in horror how you were sexing up the old girl with no regards for her frail constitution or her old age. Your smirk of pleasure on your face was really disturbing. I mean, FFS, just have a look below at the photo attached.
Next day, I heard poor Bridie was dead indeed. Probably of sexual exhaustion. Now, I am aware she may have died happy, but that was no way to behave