fuck you, howard!

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so had to read fuckin' howard from security for filth cuz he messed with my oldies.

basically, they moved into an old people castle here in california recently. the security guy, fuckin' howard, was such a dickhole the first week the oldies moved. he didnt have them on file, and he kept turning away deliveries: food, furniture, amazon. 

i hate fuckin' howard! i yelled at him because poor fuckin goldy was so upset and trying to say "i'm a new resident, i really do live here!" and fuckin' howard was just being an utter cock. like who the hell is going to be 82 and pretend to live in a place without any proof? literally all howard had to do was call and check. instead, he denied service to my oldies!!!!  if you don't have the patience to care for oldies who need a little extra assistance getting acclimated, don't fucking work at the motherfuckin old people castle. go work at wendy's and flip burgers. at least then nobody will have to look at your sorry-ass ass, and also we'd get burgers everytime we did, so if we didn't throw up from your horrid awful soul-stench, maybe that would be a good trade-off.  

i don't have a birth family but my oldies are everything. they're wonderful peeps who made sure i was safe and doing okay. now they're in california so ig we kind of are family now :) my californian raisins!

nobody fucks with my oldies, i will go happy gilmore on you.

especially my nemesis, fuckin' howard.

if you're reading this, fuckin' howard: fuck you!!!!! 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

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