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You guys, I am infuriated. Like, completely and utterly fucking enraged.
I just lost my husband, okay? I don't know where he went. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to buy a shitload of Sprite and drink away all his money, and I'm not gonna pay his rent. That outta show him; give's me a brand new fucking attitude that I think I like so much, I wanna get into some freakin' trouble. I'm so pissed, I want to start a fight. No, you don't understand, I really wanna start a fight. I WANNA START A FUCKIN' FIGHT!
But you know, even then, so what? I feel like a goddamn rock star right now with some cool rock moves and I don't need you, especially if you're going to call me off on my behavior. But who needs him cause, guess what, hun? I'm having more fun, especially without you. But, as angry as I am, I'm fine, I'm all right. And you know what, you're just a tool, so yeah, so what? Remember, I'm a goddamn rock star with my rock moves and I don't need you.
Shit, I'm so pissed, check my flow.
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