Ari's: From The Desk Of Ari Fucking Gold Of The Day
Dear fucking everyone and Glenn who is not Peter fucking Cole, right?:
I'm not fucking sorry. I'll never be fucking sorry. And I don't have anything to be fucking sorry about. The end. Signed, sealed, and fucking delivered by some mail room employee because Lloyd has more important things to do for me.
Dear fucking nobody, because I am a grinning, heartless, cocksucking shark of a man:
Forget the fuck about it; you don't even exist.
Dear Lloyd:
Stop fucking around on your sneaker monkey, and get in here. I need to hurt something.
Dear Glenn who is not Peter fucking Cole:
You're fired again for a little while, just befuckingcause. Now go home and cry about it.
Dear Adam Davies:
Where the fuck are you? You're fired again for a little while, just befuckingcause. Now go to Glenn's home and cry about it.
Dear Dana Gordon:
Meet me in the alley behind the Coffee Bean by your office in ten.
Dear Mrs. Ari:
I'll be late for dinner tonight.
I'm not fucking sorry. I'll never be fucking sorry. And I don't have anything to be fucking sorry about. The end. Signed, sealed, and fucking delivered by some mail room employee because Lloyd has more important things to do for me.
Dear fucking nobody, because I am a grinning, heartless, cocksucking shark of a man:
Forget the fuck about it; you don't even exist.
Dear Lloyd:
Stop fucking around on your sneaker monkey, and get in here. I need to hurt something.
Dear Glenn who is not Peter fucking Cole:
You're fired again for a little while, just befuckingcause. Now go home and cry about it.
Dear Adam Davies:
Where the fuck are you? You're fired again for a little while, just befuckingcause. Now go to Glenn's home and cry about it.
Dear Dana Gordon:
Meet me in the alley behind the Coffee Bean by your office in ten.
Dear Mrs. Ari:
I'll be late for dinner tonight.