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awww....let's throw a pity party....1..2..3..awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....poor lil lissa...your life is so tough..psh....i wasn't bitching about having Tyler that weekend...i'm always more than happy to have him, but u gotta get something through ur very thick skull...u ain't gonna talk shit about me and try to make me look bad and not expect me to fire right back...i don't play that shit...actually u better be fucking grateful i love my son and i'm here to help raise him, so u can have your prescious one day to yourself..."omg, i gotta have my one day to get hammered and act stupid or i don't know what i'll do"...c'mon melissa...and another thing...i won't be spending father's day w/ my gurl, i made plans for my father to come up here b4 Tyler was even born, so don't try to put me on a guilt trip cuz u wanna babysitter for sunday.