May I remind you that you have as much relevance to me as my morning deposit on the domestic Superbowl.
Yes, you may disturb my ladylike senses for a short moment ; and yes, I may wonder where the hell did that arsehole power came from.
But essentially- and eventually- you, just like my backyard junk, do end up disappearing all the way down a septic hole ; flushed with a very caustic dose of cursing.
May I remind you that I know where you live and that sometimes, rotten eggs do come alive and fly aaaaaaaaall the way onto bad neighbours' badly parked scooters.
So said a little bird.
Yours Truly Flipping the Bird to You,
Downstairs Shifty Belle,
xoxo
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