Snowball
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Please don't send my children anymore presents after you supported your son in leaving them, sleeping with that homewrecking colleague and then worked with him in attempting to get Louie aborted. Eddie's presents are no doubt still in the back of you son's car, where I told him to leave them... If you have a problem with this, maybe you can stop being such a spineless wimp and come and talk to me about it... but right at this moment in time, you are dead to my children.
You reap what you sow.
Do you ever wish you could press send on an email?
You reap what you sow.
Do you ever wish you could press send on an email?