... fuck off.
I've been living from a suitcase and sleeping on a couch for 5 months. I bathe next to the dogs, in a nice toilet, but i don't have a proper fucking home. So whichever one of you spineless, jelly fish bastards said that i don't dress like a fucking manager, grow some fucking balls and tell it to my face.
what?
you want me to iron my shirts and pants with what? my shoes?
get a clue! i'm not spinning dollars because of your fucking poor performance, so i can't afford to send it to the fucking laundromat fuckmunch.
geez!
1 comment:
chill cowzen chill!
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