Frank - Dear Scarecrow List, I H8 U
Frank stared at his computer screen. "...what the fuck?"
He read the messages again.
"...no really. What the fuck?"
Who'd have guessed that the British would have been whiny bitches? Oh. Wait. Jackasses. Didn't help that people in the States were acting like dueling fuckwits.
...ah shit. Eddie. Well. He'd have to have a talk with him.
He spoke to his computer screen. "I swear, for a secret society you bitches act like chattering fucking girls in a high school lunchroom. Lousy motherfucking cunts."
He read the messages again.
"...no really. What the fuck?"
Who'd have guessed that the British would have been whiny bitches? Oh. Wait. Jackasses. Didn't help that people in the States were acting like dueling fuckwits.
...ah shit. Eddie. Well. He'd have to have a talk with him.
He spoke to his computer screen. "I swear, for a secret society you bitches act like chattering fucking girls in a high school lunchroom. Lousy motherfucking cunts."