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More tidbits from chatting with Mommy Dearest
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| You know i'm only getting like 400 hunnerd some dollars from the insurance policy, the county's gonna take all that shit! | |
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| well what else can you do? do you want them to lock you up for good..let them take it so they can get off your ass...*and you can get off mine* | |
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forgive me yall, my grandmom always said that a morbid sense of humor was unbecoming a lady...but i AINT no lady...
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| Well, shit...i dont have nothing for myself..what if i died...i'd be up shits creek if i died...theres not enough money to cremate me with...that cost at least 500 dollars...i guess you'd have to pay | |
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| ..yeah, shit there goes my overtime money...hmph...*giggles to self* | |
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Goth-dammit she just doesnt get it!
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| *giggles a little then stops* hey...that's not funny... | |
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| Oh yeah it is, cause you think i'd give up my hardearned cash to someone who never bothered to raise me...you are going to be my younger brother's problem when you die! i already buried YOUR parents! | |
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