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I bought a bouquet of 
Fuck yous in a lovely assortment of colors. 

I gave them to Jefe and Jo. The didn't cackle. They didn't thank me. 

They just said, "Fuck you." 

Shameful. Fer shore.
Buyin' them no more

Fuck Jefe and Jo
They have to go

One last note to both.
Wear your winter cloak

It's getting cold
And you are bold

And old.