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Well, this is just plain magical.
I just checked my bank account, and, after straightening out some problems
with access, found out that I was dinged about six times, to the tune of
over one hundred dollars, for the joy ride the two heathen children of Satan
took last week after stopping by my place, (more on that later).
When I went by the bank last week, I didn’t file a dispute, because as far
as the branch manager knew, no funds were obtained, so there was no need.
Now, I have to go back to the bank, file the dispute, sign an affidavit, and
take it down to the police station.
O God, please let it be Your will that one or both of the dirty little
children of whores choked on their Easter ham, and that they died very slow,
painful deaths as a result.


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