New year, same you. Same son that doesn’t respect you. Same dead hobo in the crawl space. Same ex that can’t stop making fun of your genitals and calling the cops on you
Same dwindling stockpile of meth and gin. Why not stop off at Arby’s on your way to the bridge?
Enjoy Arby’s.
@atdanwhite My dad had a letter just like that, about himself from Santa, that he read to our family every year, in lieu of receiving gifts. Just his way of saying "Sorry"... again