A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- slowly slagged by slimy slumlord All i've got to say right now is that uncle Pete in Chicago better not fuck with me. If he wants to flip the house out from under my brother and i, well the old fucker is gonna have to do it the hard way I didn't ask my brother or sisters or neices and nephews to reimburse me for any money i ever spent helping out my mom, so if he thinks he's somehow entitled to something that wasn't left to him just because he was almost a halfway decent son, he can look for it in hell for all i care. 3:15 p.m. - 2005-11-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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