You sticnky old woman. You're like 65, no attractive in the least, drunk and pretty much stupid. You have gotten through your whole life by spreading your legs and fucking men. You have zero job skills, lie, steal co-workers work and present it as your own. You got hired as a favor to somebody to please their wife. You got divorced (again...) because moving potted plants, being on the HOA board and spending all your husband's money ISN'T actually contributing to the relationship. The sharks are circling and will kill you soon. You need to be gone, everybody hates you.

You sticnky old woman. You're like 65, no attractive in the least, drunk and pretty much stupid. You have gotten through your whole life by spreading your legs and fucking men. You have zero job skills, lie, steal co-workers work and present it as your own. You got hired as a favor to somebody to please their wife. You got divorced (again...) because moving potted plants, being on the HOA board and spending all your husband's money ISN'T actually contributing to the relationship. The sharks are circling and will kill you soon. You need to be gone, everybody hates you.
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