Dear producers of Wife Swap,
oooooooh, what a pack of fucking cunts you truly are.
Every fucking time myself and the missus (inadvisedly) catch ourselves watching your feeble fucking excuse for a show, a row will inevitably ensue. Sure as afterbirth follows birth.
It all starts so innocently. Soon, though She Who Must Be Blinded will find some tenuous affinity with me and whichever cunt of a bloke there happens to be on the show any given week. I defend myself and so the conversation slides into shite.
I'm gonna hunt youse cunts down, light fires on your faces and put them out with a fucking shovel.
Yours,
Avid Viewer.