In the morning mail at work was my welcome letter and application for AARP. Excuse me, mo-fos, but you just happen to have me in the wrong fucking database. For my trouble(psychological trauma and anxiety), you can send me the mo-fo-ing discount card, thankyouverymuch. AARP, AARP! AARP, AARP! Sounds like a mo-fo-ing seal. Fo' real.
AARP, misdirected, mail
3 comments:
you tell em!!!!!
Oh man...that would anger me, too!
how's that crick in your back doing anyway?
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