David. I sensed he’s an agent, 429. Mom doesn’t like him. Couple of times, he was shirtless while Yesa and I chatted via Skype. Gross!
Creepy relationship. We don’t know what he sees in that butterball. There’s a lot of that happening between the Aussies and Pinoys.
He wants to retire in the Philippines and probably in the recently built house designated under my name.
That same house where my late Auntie Aida used to live and starved to death because Rico took the food money for his family and himself.
I don’t know who those people are, though they are my relatives. I’m not interested in getting involved in other people or their affairs.
Seriously, I’ve nothing to do with them. And those twosome wants to visit us here in May but still owe my parents a loan. Weird, see?
Mom sensed she is up to something and is using the guy for the opportunity to raise up their family or something from poverty that she’s trying to get us involved.
Poor guy is a driver. Driving chickens to their demise. It’s a job, I guess. He’s helpful to her. But for how long? A guy with grown children. How could he?
In the past weeks or so, we’ve been having Skype connectivity problems. This was around time of that South Korean hacking.
So to the FBI/whoever, I don’t fucking care who the fuck these people are. Once again, I have no idea why these “agents” are continuing to target us.
I’ve already subtly/discreetly flicked him off with my middle finger and flashed him the Satanic horn sign for him to bug off.
Bunch of reptilian parasites! Fucking bugging and begging money from my parents. Fuck! Don’t bother us with your financial problems!
Don’t trust anyone, folks. Just smile, back/turn/walk slowly away, and then run really fast! Never look back!
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