One sheep.

Two sheep.

Three sheep.

Goddamn, I hate Brenda. Homewrecking whore. That was my husband. MY husband.

Four sheep.

Five sheep.

Six sheep.

I think I’ll go to work tomorrow and slit her throat. Let her bleed out like the little piggy she is.

Seven sheep.

Eight sheep.

Nine sheep.

It’s not her fault entirely. It’s mostly my sleazy husband to blame. I’ll gut him first. Yeah, I’ll gut him right before work.

Ten sheep.

Eleven sheep.

Twelve sheep.

Think I don’t know? Oh ho ho ho, I fucking know. Brenda KNEW I was married. She KNEW we were planning a trip to Cancun next summer. They’re both scums of the Earth.

Thirteen sheep.

Fourteen sheep.

Fifteen sheep.

How the fuck could they do this to me?! She was my maid of honor and I was hers. They ripped out my heart and fucking ate it in front of me.

Sixteen dead Brendas.

Seventeen dead Brendas.

Eighteen dead Brendas.

Won’t give me kids. Won’t take me out to my favorite restaurant. Late nights at “work”. I should’ve known. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.

Nineteen dead husbands.

Twenty dead husbands.

Twenty-one dead husbands.

They’ll get what’s coming to them. Both of those cockroaches. I am judge, jury, and mother fucking executioner. Say your prayers you sinners, for I am coming to strike you down.

Twenty-two sheep.

Twenty-three sheep.

Twenty-four sheep.