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| Hello there Jesus. Well, where do I start? My life is so hard as I'm sure you know. My only child is a burden on my life and I wish I never had him. | |
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| My husband is horrible. He tries to put me on spending limits when I max out the credit cards. I tell him what a pathetic loser he is and that tends to shut him up. | |
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| I hope you reserved a nice, comfortable place for me in heaven because if anyone deserves to be pampered it's me. Hey, don't you turn your back on me mister . . . I hope those nails hurt. | |
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