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My wife is driving me crazy, she wants a brand new Rolls-Royce.
She thinks that I//'//ll buy it, she thinks that I don//'//t have a choice.
She//'//s been demanding that I buy her a Rolls-Royce no matter what.
I//'//m getting very PO//'//ed and I//'//m going to break my foot off in her butt.
That witch expects me to buy it and make monthly payments.
I want to throw her off a building and see her hit the pavement.
My friend just called me, he saw her talking to a Rolls-Royce car dealer.
If she signs the papers, I//'//ll hit the ceiling and then I will kill her.
She has spent so much money that I can//'//t even afford to buy a mouse.
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She Wants A Brand New Rolls-Royce
Date: Friday, 5th February 2016 @ 04:52:04 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson



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My wife is driving me crazy, she wants a brand new Rolls-Royce.
She thinks that I//'//ll buy it, she thinks that I don//'//t have a choice.
She//'//s been demanding that I buy her a Rolls-Royce no matter what.
I//'//m getting very PO//'//ed and I//'//m going to break my foot off in her butt.
That witch expects me to buy it and make monthly payments.
I want to throw her off a building and see her hit the pavement.
My friend just called me, he saw her talking to a Rolls-Royce car dealer.
If she signs the papers, I//'//ll hit the ceiling and then I will kill her.
She has spent so much money that I can//'//t even afford to buy a mouse.
Do you know a hitman that I can hire, she//'//s putting me in the poor house.

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