Thursday, July 21, 2011

SON, I AM DISAPPOINT

I REALLY DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD TAKE YOU THIS LONG TO GET OUT OF THERE. 

TICK TOCK

IT WON'T STOP. BLEED MY CHILD, BLEED. PULL YOUR DAMN SELF TOGETHER! YOU WANTED TO FIX IT BY YOURSELF SO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!

SO SORRY, I KNOW WE HAD A DEAL, BUT I DO NEED TO GET SOME WORK DONE HERE. AND SINCE YOU DON'T APPEAR TO BE GOING ANYWHERE ANYTIME SOON, I'M GOING TO NEED TO GET SOME TOOLS THAT I CAN USE.

I'LL GIVE YOU 'TIL SUNDAY TO PUT YOURSELF BACK TOGETHER. AFTER THAT, I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR DOING WHAT I MUST TO FINISH THIS.

TICK TOCK, RIDLEY, TICK TOCK.



BE SEEING YOU.

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