He has the same remot I do. For the same fucking ceiling fan by Harbor Winds or some fucking shit. I hate it when he turns on the ceiling fan in the middle of the night and cranks up the light.
I let his motherfucking ass have it.
The first time it happened to us, I thought it was the ghost of my wife's brother because I just got back from Vegas and a bachelor party. But voodoo ain't that strong and I know Jim's ass is asking for it. I know it's him that's called the assocation for the lack of paint on my "metal striping" around the rooftiles- mfer!
Usain Bolt should go play for the Bears.
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