The clothing, hilarious, really, truly. The liquor, aggravating, I could kill you for that. The Devil's Traps, you had best hope Jimmy Novak is officially dead, otherwise he will feel the snapping of your fingers when I eventually get around to it. But this will invoke every inch of rage I continually suppress at your continued existence.
If you froze my bank accounts and cancelled my credit cards, I am going to ship you to Guatamala, where you will know no other life than making sweaters for Kathy Gifford's corporate empire and giving fifty year old white men oral sex because their wives won't do it for them. You will be their bitch for the rest of eternity and no amount of crying to Daddy is going to save you from the screaming cries of pleasure of Dick Cheney.
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If you froze my bank accounts and cancelled my credit cards, I am going to ship you to Guatamala, where you will know no other life than making sweaters for Kathy Gifford's corporate empire and giving fifty year old white men oral sex because their wives won't do it for them. You will be their bitch for the rest of eternity and no amount of crying to Daddy is going to save you from the screaming cries of pleasure of Dick Cheney.
Do you understand me? I am going to end you.