Do your job. It's not that hard. You only work an hour a fucking day. How hard is it to schedule a fucking meeting and turn in some paperwork on time? Apparently, pretty damn hard. And thanks. It's not like I need that couple grand. My kids didn't want anything nice for Christmas anyway, and neither did my husband. I bet your pig of a wife won't go without, though, will she? Fuck you if you ever need a favor buddy. I'm done being your bitch.
Wishing you a pain-filled holiday season,
The bitch who'll charge Christmas
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Truly poetic.
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