I want to retch, gag, and puke every time some worthless excuse for a
biped saunters up and complains about the fact that they are unlucky
enough to have a job, wife/husband, kids, car, house, and all of the
other awful things in life they wanted to begin with, but now lack the
intestinal fortitude to pay the price for.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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