Thanks Uncle Alf No thanks required just a check for your treatment ($120.58)
- I have been forced to beg in the streets with a tin cup and a jaw harp,So I see
I set it on a setting called MAX cos my uncles name is MAX(Sorry but your Uncles name is ALF!)
- but as soon as I sat in it the bloody thing blew up. Two six inch bolts impaled me in the neck. The pillow exploded and white powder( um well Oh,right UM? can I get that back?that pillow was errr? a special present from cousin Ecscabar from columbia and it ment so much to me)
. of some sort filled the air. I was knocked out. When I came to the dog was covered in shit(sorry but not intrested in your sex life unless of course you would like some treament for your disorders!)
- the cybercave stank - and the wife had left me. She said she was moving in with taker.
What worries me the most though is my appearance - am I always going to look like this? At this moment in time I would say it is possible,there are to many undetermined factors to take into account but I must say it is a great improvement on your normal but hideous appearance!
I really need your help here Uncle Alf. The chair is fucked(sorry small print again _non refundable item)
- I'm broke( we will accept payment issued by the social security offices as payment for your treatment)
- and the wife and the dog have both deserted me. I feel like going back on drums.
Awaiting your reply.
PS: The colouring books are the ones that you sold me - and they suck - they are black and whilte - who the fuck is Rorshak anyway? Excuse me sir I will not have your slurring the good name of this clinic,and being disrespectful about our top quality merchandise,is it our fault that you are totally colour blind!As for this rorshak you speak of is a skank whore picture taker from nashville.And for your information for future posting here could you please refrain from fucking swearing I find it so fucking disturbing and it really fucks me off so fucking much that it is so fucking annoying,see what I fucking mean!