I swear to Gah, at the time I was so shocked I didn’t have an answer. By the time I got out to the car I could have given her a whole fucking LIST of things that were disability specific, and four reams of paper that weren’t and THEN asked her how SHE spends her fucking family tax benefit or tax return.
This boy is damn expensive. And his DSP doesn’t even put a fucking DENT in how much it costs to keep this kid in tasty glue sticks, Up n Go boxes and smashed walls.
Jesus fucking Christ on a bike I WISH I could say this was the first time someone had asked me.
But now I will have a picture.
Gold plated pedicures, bitches. Now suck my lady dick.
P.S. Now before any of you get your moist little panties wedged up your fannies, I didn’t spend Boo’s fucking DSP on a motherfucking pedicure. The $25 I spent was what I saved on not being able to eat… *sigh* but if you still want to sent me hate mail sent it to firstname.lastname@example.org
P.P.S. If you are not following along on Instagram, my knee is all taped up cause I was walking along dreaming of Christmas and my knee just fell apart. Because WHY THE FUCK NOT?
P.P.P.S. I totally feel better now. Ranting on the internet is so soothing, I should do that shit more often.