I am so serious right now.
You need to get your ass out of that bed, gargle the rest of the Scotch, and read this one as I type it.
It is currently 5'39" AM on 12/13/2017.
I am sick to dead of trying to talk sense into a drunken ROMON, so here's how this is going to work.
1) Twitter again and I remove your wife's favorite thumb.
2) Twitter again and I remove your favorite thumb.
3) Twitter again and I go after your children. Starting with Ivanka. And ending with the IV. Because that's the mob you play with when you fuck with the Italian Catholics -- they have nothing to lose.
4) I still have this game where you won't listen to reason.
5) LAST STEP: It's a doozy.
Go back to bed you big whiney asshat.
I have seen bigger dicks on hamsters.
Good-night.
Pleasant Dreams, Mr. President.
~CC
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