L drove by me yesterday in a shiny new voodoo green Tesla. She really wanted to make a statement. Where do they rent these cars to drive past me? Why do they bother? What a waste of money. But as Evil E says, they have an endless supply of money, so it doesn’t matter anyway. Trying to humiliate me, make fun of me, and intimidate me, does you no good. I really don’t care at this point. L, don’t forget that I am actually funny, so I could turn it around at your expense very quickly. My jokes are actually funny.
Also, I could totally kick your ass, if I wanted to. Don’t forget that. You look no different with all of your CrossFit-ing. You have a personal fitness practice, who helps you remain the skinny bitch, you want to be. That’s a flex, I guess. You’re a rich bitch. That’s all. Physical strength and inner strength is not what you convey, relying on family magic to get what you want in life. Without your crazy cousins and without Santeria, face to face, (and not merely driving past me in your car), I wouldn’t mess with me. You don’t have the guts to anyway. Be forewarned!
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