i spend nearly five hundred dollars to kill my fucking cat with you people (not to mention i ASKED you and you AGREED to hold the checks until i got paid TODAY and then it turns out they were deposited ANYWAY when i didn't have money in my account, ASSHOLES), and then i get a bunch of chintzy laser-printed dumbass fucking animal poetry on fancy office fucking depot paper, and what looks like a fucking AD&D dice bag with ugly embroidery that says dumb shit, and a hobby lobby fucking cedar box with a plastic bag with what's left of my cat inside it, and the goddamn name of your company is RAINBOW BRIDGE, and EVERYTHING WITH MY FUCKING CAT'S NAME ON IT IS TWO FUCKING WORDS WHEN IT'S ONE FUCKING WORD. GODDAMN FUCKING MOTORBOAT. DO I HAVE TO KILL ANOTHER ONE WITH YOU TO FUCKING GET IT RIGHT? AND I WILL STAB THE NEXT BITCH WHO TALKS ABOUT A FUCKING PET HEAVEN.
STAB.
seriously, boat would have fucking peed on all this shit.
insert litany of other complaints here. feel free to make up some of your own.
STAB.
seriously, boat would have fucking peed on all this shit.
insert litany of other complaints here. feel free to make up some of your own.
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Holy cow, $500!
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