I left three stamped envelopes on the counter this morning. Bills: you know, like the mortgage payment. It is nearly the end of the month. And you had to text me at work to ask if they needed to be mailed?
Six years of law school and this is the best we could do:
All whines become the property of Secret Spineless Whine for Amy & Marinka to use and/or reproduce for any purpose. Like a book. Or anything else that pops into their sick little minds. Didn't your father warn you to read the fine print first?