Alright...so Iraq jams his finger playing basketball yesterday...and he's freaking out cuz it's turning blue and purple. And he seriously thinks he needs to go to the hospital.
Jessica: you retard...you don't need to go to the doctor for a jammed finger.
So he keeps whining and bitching about it...
Jessica: omg...just go to the doctor...maybe he can sew your mouth shut.
Later on in the day...Iraq's talking to Taiwan.
Iraq: So yah, Jessica told me not to go to the doctor. Please tell the head bosses in Taiwan that if I die, to sue Jessica. It will be all her fault.
Taiwan: *chuckles*
Jessica *BITCH mode*: Tell the head honchos in Taiwan to send over a basketball coach so they can teach Sam how to play ball.
Then I spent the next 5 mins raggin on Iraq and how he's a dumbass and how he can't play ball. I think I was so mean that he finally shut up and looked down.
On another note, I managed to cut all 4 of my fingers from PAPER. =P Bad karma...no more bagging on Iraq for now.
b*tched by Devilish Angel @ 2:41 PM
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