My Sistah is one of the kindest , most helpful go to gals on the planet..always has been always will be.
She lives in the Great White North ( Eh ! ) and is generally the one that makes sure that every one gets home when the snow hits the fan or the roads get all icy. She will go grab the grand pups and bring them to the house if the kids are out as needed. She is the one that you can count on, not out of a Martyr complex, just because it is both the way that she is and the way that she has been raised. As much shit as I give Double Oh , he is the same way and this is the way that they have raised my Godson Pyro....yes darling boy..since you are a firebug..LMAO..you shall forever be known as Pyro..deal with it.
SO KITTEN..YOU DECIDED TO STIR UP SOME SHIT AT HER OFFICE ?
REALLY ?
Who died and made you God ?
Who put you in charge..when did you get the authority to set policy, much less enforce it ?
Unlike you KITTEN...Sistah and her co-workers ( and yes you stupid twat, they are co workers because they actually WORK TOGETHER for the common benefit of all parties concerned) follow the rules and policies, they do not need some sorry ass snarky toned missive from a low level bottom feeder who's only applicable power may be the PSI exuded by repeated Kegel exercises..( look it up Bimbo)......Sistah is much too much of a lady to respond to a jumped up file clerks need for glory and dominion over those she is so far above ( In Kittens own mind that is..)
I
AM
NOT
Mess with Sistah...big mistake.
Mess with me ?
FUCKING EPIC
Aunty Pol..who wipes trash like you off her shoes every damn day honey .
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