Lord,

I want to have my team’s schedules fixed as an early Christmas gift. Please? Pretty please? I shouldn’t really bargain, but I can tell you that my cusses for the remaining days of the year would be lessened greatly. It’s not a pledge, it’s a fact. Because seriously, every time there are small corrections which turn out to be multitudes of errors, I cuss the whole Russian Soviet Union. And that’s a far bigger country that where I am now so that kind of says a lot about how in freakin hell I’m going to incarcerate when my soul is thrown downward.

Please, lord? Pretty please? I’ll try to stay away from sweets and eat my broccoli. I promise.

Love,
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