Three Wishes for a Rapist

I'm not sure if any of those little lamps, necklaces, rocks and other fun stuff from that are sent to me from all over the world are real.

I've been told I have a Djinn or two. 

So....

I wish...

I wish...

I wish Perrish Cox's cock would perish and fall off. 

I mean, what a name!!  How in the world did his mother predict that hoards of angry women would wish that man's cock would Perrish....Perrish Cox...yes, we want that!  Kill his ugly rooster! 

http://www.denverpost.com/breakingnews/ci_20088034

Oh, and if it possible, please send the biggest, scariest, foulest, most disease ridden incubus to visit him each and every night, the ladies of Denver would be much, much safer from his roofie laced cocktails.  Tear Cox a new @$$.  Break Cox's coccyx, so he can never play football again, let alone make another bad pass at a woman. 

If another football team is dumb enough to hire him, they deserve to lose all their games.  A team is only as strong as its weakest link.  Perrish Cox is a loser thus, prepare to lose.

And if you want to go after his defense lawyer and bankrupt his firm, consider that my third wish.   

Whenever a rapist gets off the hook, those of us who have endured the injustice of a man who can't take no for an answer get a little irritated.  We cry for justice. 

We are stronger than the rapists. 
Most men like their ladies live....obviously, Perrish Cox is a chicken-shit little boy who is only comfortable making women unconscious before abusing them.  Since Cox can buy a jury, we best pray he pays in other ways.


Thank you. 


Love,

Siegfred