Dear Universe,
I'm giving you a couple of options. Either cover next week's rent AND give me a regular paying job that covers all the crucial needs of life, leaving evenings and weekends free to explore nothing in particular because I'm really not that adventurous OR pay me a cool twenty six mil up front and have shut of my incessant whining.
Think real fucking carefully before you get back to me.
m
Born under punches
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