my mama's pissed.
Our help, Liz, has a relationship with mama's chicken grill "boy", Tonyo.
Everyday, they'd be walking around morose... like zombies... almost sleeping on their feet.
You could just imagine what they do all night long to leave them this exhausted in the morning.
But well, my mother's pissed and thinking of ways to blast her wrath on these fornicators (as she suspects).
Fornicators.
Funny.
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Just what I need, another earthling with an opinion! Just kidding! Hey, you've got something to say, say it!