Too tired to think about this too much, but let me say this: I was a fucking question. And I don't you fucking people to laugh about this shit and then hang up. And when I immediately call back, I want a real, honest-to-God answer, and I sure as fuck don't want to hear either of you fuckers chortle about some made-up amount of money I need to pay you back for getting my tires changed. Take the money, by the way, Mother -- keep it as your Mother's Day present. Get yourself something nice, fucker.
Oh, and through all this shit mess you put me through I lost of the Starbucks cards you gave me, Mother. Goddammit -- if I could've just done this myself I would still have both. Fuck you. Fuck both of you.
Oh, and through all this shit mess you put me through I lost of the Starbucks cards you gave me, Mother. Goddammit -- if I could've just done this myself I would still have both. Fuck you. Fuck both of you.
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