The court appointed me as my mother's legal guardian at age twelve, so she couldn't sign shit anyways. Besides, she has no thumbs (It was a work accident - they got jammed in an anus, fire department had to amputate them, the sweat of fear loosened the thumbs and she got them out before they did, after which her pimp broke them off for not satisfying the customer. Afterwards I tracked down the pimp and gave him a handful of shiny bullets packaged inside a Glock clip, out of thanks for saving me from her annoying Tetris addiction. I was his best man at his Pimp Wedding. I have never seen so many wigs and sad skeletal zombie-looking hoes in one room as that day, and I've being to a Cancer clinic once to assault people weaker than me out of frustration for losing a fistfight against a gorilla)
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