Oh you really want to come for me before lunch on a Monday Kendal. Well someone has some real nerve. Ever since you got back from that March for Life religious anti-choice rally your self-proclaimed sainthood has been a bigger drag than Brenda’s dead stuffed cat sitting on her desk. Well I find it really funny you love to take the moral high ground when just last week I found the receipt for Plan B you bought shoved down at the bottom of your trash bin. So call me a whore all you want, but at least I’m not a lying betch with no style. Also, please deal with your split ends. This is an accounting firm, not some back-swamp farm where we all marry our cousins.