Why do you do this to me?
Seriously, why do you fuck with me like this?
You shit on me everyday.
It ain't right.
All I do is take it, day after day.
The side sliders, the Jackson Pollock knockoffs, the statue of Saddam Hussein from the waist up you left like some kind of parting gift.
It was like yesterday when you decided to pull up and drop off the Cosby kids by the pool. You didn't call me. I had no idea you were coming. You just show up and then drop them off.
How am I supposed to handle that?
Our relationship is getting worse and now with the medication you're on I don't know, when you do show up, whether or not you're sticking around this time or leaving.
All I know is that you're an asshole.
A huge gigantic asshole!
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