Mar 06, 2010 19:55
Dear Paradisa;
If you expect me to do menial labour in order to live in this latest twisted little nightmare of yours, you have another thing coming. Anthony Crowley does not work for his bread. Or his wine. Or for anything.
Oh, and by the way, your choice of room-mate for me? A rock would have been more useful and wanted.
Die in a hole,
a.j.crowley
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But I mean, in this economy...
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[He's just going to give you THIS LOOK, Jesus] How do you propose we eat?
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...I have a cart.
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What, like, a hot dog cart or something?
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No. Like an apple treats cart.
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I have a little cart.
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Sounds like you really got dealt a good hand this time.
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What'd you get?
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