I arrived at work around 0645. At 0625-0627, the crazy Filipino bitch living directly adjacent to us was using her smartphone to take a video of me pouring hot water from a beige plastic pitcher via a blue bucket onto my icy car. Mom was standing inside the garage door to the house and said, Early in the morning? That’s how sick that reptilian has been placed.
After midnight mass of Xmass, Saturday, Father Mark G hurriedly approached Mom and gave her a hug. Dad was peeing at that time upon which the priest laughed at Mom’s joke. An usher, of which Das Squirrel said these ushers aren’t necessary but serve as security, held the door open as Dad struggled to remove five bills from his wallet.
According to that pastor of our local church, ‘Lolita’ the jealous Jezebel Spirit of Evil, was screaming at him regarding her placement away from my Sunday choir mass. So I don’t know why she’s still able to live in my neighborhood, let alone own a smartphone.
Also and for the second time, I had to report her to Carl B, who replied, What do you want me to do? Do you want me to go talk to her? That’s a ‘humanistic approach’ in which these fools reverse and throw back the problems at the complaints.
What would you do, you damn human? So I still don’t believe in prayers, religion, or Xmass celebrations. With that said, all hail whoever!
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