Muchas gracias cousin for labelling me an elitist. You have now turned me into one.
What elitist act should I indulge in now? My first act as a newly minded member is to gripe about why the urban poor insist on procreating...and procreating...and procreating. Much like your dearly beloved, now separated, folks. They seem intent on going at it like rabbits in the springtime - economic factors and maturity be damned. And without protection!
Until you have the means to feed the little 'uns stop writing to Ate Charo about your povertly stricken sob stories (there's enough drama around) and quit complaining about the government (their incompetence is another story).
Or perhaps, like your folks they were desperately trying for a boy to carry on the family name? A lot of good that did you eh? Don't worry, I'm sure you and your sisters will do your best to make the family proud - keep on climbing those stairs sugar...don't get left behind by the Joneses!
Somebody call me a socialite bitch tomorrow and I'll try to humour you by temporarily sounding like one.
Don't push me into something you can't control or you'll wish I had stayed the meek albeit moody lapdog you oh so liked to use. Touche bitch.
Don't push me into something you can't control or you'll wish I had stayed the meek albeit moody lapdog you oh so liked to use. Touche bitch.
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