Hey there Delilah!
You're boyfriend is a fag. While he is a thousand miles away from you in Buttfuck, Arkansas he is doing just that: getting butt fucked by the entire football team. Sorry to break the news to you Delilah, but surely that queer ass song he wrote for you (that I am forced to hear all of the fucking time) tipped you off? I mean, what a whiny pussy! What straight guy would write such sentimental shit? They don't have time for that when there is football game to watch. Oh, but at least he was honest about one thing. Times Square definitely doesn't shine as bright as you! But that's probably cuz your fat ass standing in front of it is like a lunar eclipse.
So tell me Delilah, what IS it like in New York City knowing you were just another fat girl used as a cover for a closet case queer?