God Forgives, I don’t

God Forgives, I don’t

Thinking about my cunt of a sister. I wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire. You get the picture.

Thought I’d send her a postcard.

What would I write on the back?

In Bangers it’s unlikely to snow
if you don’t count hookers and blow
Where the beers are cold
and we’re growing old
Spending nanny’s dough

Sweet!

The dead have no voice

I’m surprised she couldn’t get rid of the AMOS name. She was my mother too, for 6 years until you came along sis. History is written by the winners, right. Should send you some sprinkles.

How’s that million dollar + house going (which you paid nothing for, right?) I’m not the only one gaming the system, am I now? Hate the game, not the player.

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