Fu.ck off, Hamster, you bitch.

I work for a living, something foreign to your lazy, x-ray tech ass. And now you're retired after bleeding your employer for time you spent poking your keyboard at work. Retired from being lazy and non-productive - you must be proud.

blackmouth knows he doesn't want to meet up unless he wants his old ass beaten to sh!t, so fu.ck you both.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames