No Movado.
No fucking Lincoln.
What the hell is wrong with you?
I asked for them. I deserve them. Weren't you listening?
I have been a good boy. Exceptionally good. Christ, since October I have reduced whiskey consumption by 75%. What more do you want?
Carol begins each day dancing a jig of gratitude. Bounces out of bed and starts hopping around the bedroom.
I deserve a Movado and a Lincoln for doubling her happiness.
Fuck you. I'll do it myself.
And on December 24, 2023 I will blow your fucking sleigh out of the sky with my Ar-15.
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