irritable muthafucker. Always mad, always pissed off. Always offensive, could never be corrected. You couldn't tell Mathy Jane shit! Really. You could not tell her shit stank, the bitch would argue, claiming it was an aroma as opposed to a true stank.
It is funny, one of the last insults she spewed on me was concerning my opinion of myself. "You thank too much of yo'sef!"
Bitch! You lying stanking sadistic whore! All you ever did was dig ditches, pits. lie , fornicate, molest, rape, "work roots" and murder. You had the damn nerve to claim I felt too highly of myself.
I couldn't have felt too good about myself still trying to love your demonic lying ass. You were about as much a preacher as my dog Cleo and she isn't even smart enough to shake my hand or play fetch.
You nasty "'hoes" need to sit down! Quit going to "church". Y'all done fucked the "church" up. Shit, I ain't going back. I'm home churching from now on.
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