Go FUCK YOURSELF! I mean it. You are just a fancy way of saying check and you're not fooling anyone. I hate you. And, as it turns out, I don't really understand you. You almost made me cry today, you know.
WHO CARES ABOUT YOU??? I know I don't. But I have to care about you. I have to NEED you. Yes, Commercial Paper, I NEED you. My job depends on you. My happiness depends on you. Without you, I could fail the bar exam.
You're like this language I don't understand. An UGLY language. No one even WRITES checks anymore!! You know what happens when someone writes a check in front of me at the grocery store? I imagine what it would be like to shove a pineapple up their ass. That's all checks do. And yet, you are powerful enough to ruin my life. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
Dirty Whore. Yeah, you, Commercial Paper. I'm talking about you. Fuck you.