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So I was sitting with my former wife one day discussing paying for her son's child support and I got to thinking. So I look at my stupid bitch of a wife and I say to her
>Hey, do you remember what day it was that I found out that you were fucking all the men at your workplace behind my back for 5 years and that Taquanday wasn't even my biological child?
And this stupid, raspy voices bitch puts her cigarette out in her can of bud light and she says
>MARCH FIRST
So I'm thinking to myself about how I could probably make it to the knife drawer before she could escape my apartment and i walk in a circle around the room, I sit back down and I ask her again
>Hey, do you remember what day it was that I found out that you were fucking all the men at your workplace behind my back for five years and that Taquanday wasn't even my biological child?
>MARCH. FIRST.
So I got up, walked in a circle around the room and on the return part of the revolution I made a dash for the knife drawer. Did she really think she could tell me what to do like that after all that had happened?
