Seriously, dude. I don't eff around and I don't take ungrateful, whiny, spoiled child attitude, particularly since I bend over backward for you, as the love of my life under 4' tall.
Your alligator tears don't affect me.
He's now in his room. And I'm going back outside to mulch in 95 degree temperatures, because I much prefer it to being around him right now. I don't think anything else makes me more irate than the fake apology.
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I completely agree. *nods*
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