I’m Sorry Girls..

Your leader did not communicate clearly to me how to raise you free-range chickens!

HUGE WEIGHT OFF MY SHOULDERS!

Somebody’s got some explaining to do.. record that bull, text it to me. You know my number.

Look at how lush my garden is, chickey. Come by for a grand tour. Maybe we can finally see eye to eye. My door is always open for you!

(Oh, and thanks a bunch for telling “Pedro” to watch out. You make me look bad to so many people.
Too bad your establishment is the only one I have near me willing to GET PAID BANK to f*ck up!)

Hence.. Sarah, Nikki (Nicole) and all future beautiful humans, I LOVED EACH OF YOU TO DEATH, I’m sorry I got my lines crossed and shit my pants fearing I’d go to jail, be sentenced to death, in jeopardy of losing insurance, coverage and hours. I’m still right here! ❤️💪😘

Oh, aaand no I’m not afraid for expressing my truth. Thanks for the threats.

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