You spent all my god damn money on booze, vibrating cock rings and male hookers... again! Its bad enough that you left empty bottles on the floor, but the cum stains all over the walls, sheets, carpet, under the dining room table, in the garage, the attic, and my keyboard was more than I could bear. The first time broke my heart, but this time, I'm breaking yours.
I just want you to know that the men you hired last night made out quite well. They were paid twice for a job well done - both in cash which you so carelessly flaunted, and in AZT.