Thursday, October 11, 2007

Billz are Bitchez

I recieved two bills in the mail today, both fucked up. Why do people insist on shitting on each other?

I have no reason to shit on you, State Farm Insurance. I pay you every month, automatically and shit, so even when I forget your sorry ass still gets paid. Yet you insist on attempts to poop in my mouth. Shit stains.

And you Dr. Sparks, you call that bullshit, two minute visit into the room a fucking exam? $51.00? Who the fuck do you think you are, the goddamn Dali Lahma of dentistry? I think not, bitch. Tell your secretary, or should I say "Administrative Assistant", to put her earmuffs on, cause there is an assault coming.

Oh well, the steelhead will still be there this weekend anyway, assholes. But get off my gas money!

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