Jorge

Do not believe the lies Manuel tells you about me. His forked tounge drips venom. He took my sister from my family when she was but a child, a child! He cheated my father in a goat trade and used to profits to have my brother framed for the murder of Laci Peterson. My mother, he and his goons burned her arms with cigarettes until they were as pock marked as the surface of the moon. He will treat you as a friend, as a brother, but this is just so he can draw you in, then he will humiliate you in front of your loved ones and potential sex partners. To think I trusted him! Like a parasite he got close to me, draining me of my precious bodily fluids and finally robbing me of all that is good and holy! I fell prey to his charm, and with the skilll of a mongoose he encircled me, enrapturing me with his dance. Manuel is a jackal! I was rendered helpless by his offers of fraternity and kinship, bound by his charm and wit, gagged by his stylish mode of dress, then stuffed into a closet by his hired goons. I shall pay the price everytime I look at the warts he sent his harem to infect me with. You would think that was enough. Suffering to Manuel is like cheese to Star Jones, it merely whets the appitite. Death is his meat. Only upon the vanquished corpses of those he once pretended to love can he truely dine. Like a rabid dog he cannot be trusted! I will kill him if I get the chance.