Hey, Freaks, it's Monday, August 29th, 2022, coming up on the program today, defending

the use of diapers for women with a torrential-style heavy-flow menstruation, plus a predator-catching

results in self-stabbing, trying to buy a child at a wind-dixie, and looking for extramarital

poon on your honeymoon.

I've been buying both of them, and they couldn't believe how you treated me. You fucked me

on that deal, man. You didn't tell me there'd be a $4,000 penalty when I painted off earlier

or painted off in two or three years, but they gave me 6.2% in combining both my loans,

and I might pray for you and I might not, but you have to fuck people, man. I wonder

if your mama knew when she raised you and patted you on the head that you'd be working

for these sleazy-ass credit card companies, fucking people over, man. I badmouthed out

everybody I can, and my name is s**t. You know who I'm talking about? I'm gonna play for

you, man, but you know, I hope you get a slow stomach cancer or a rectum cancer or something

like that. If somebody you love gets some kind of disease, because you fucked me on this,

man, and I worked my whole life for this house, and I didn't know, you know, I'll call

you all up, y'all fuck me, y'all fuck me, and you fuck me. And then on the other alone,

I got through y'all, y'all raised the price three times, and I'm putting the hex on you,

man, wait and see, and about three weeks just by throwing up something, and then you're

gonna get slow stomach cancer, I hope. That's un-Christian to say, I know, but you're a dogass,

man, you can't fuck people like this, man. So, you know, kiss my ass and don't send me

no more paperwork, and I never called you to cuss you like this, but you sent me new

paperwork, and I'm telling you to get bugged. And either you or somebody you love is gonna

get slow stomach cancer, I'm putting the hex on you, man. I probably have bad luck trying

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