Yawn.
You don't need to read much of you or your butt boy's tripe to know that neither of you could know what a clue was much less what to do with one if you tripped over it.
Keep bitching! That'll work. Your life will be perfect if you whine long enough and loud enough.
Two thirty-something life losers giving each other bl*wjobs and thumping their chests about "winning". Neither could buy a piece of ass in a low grade wh*rehouse.
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