Fucking bloodsucking lecherous insurance fucks.

“Routine doctor visits must now be pre-approved…” That sounds a tad foreboding—kind of like having someone forcefully bend you over and then hearing a chainsaw.

“Son, there is a big bill in the mail that you must not have gotten yet. Perhaps y’all should start trying to sell the kids on eBay and figure out how you are going to pay us back before you go and try to get your wife all healed up.”

I’ll see your pathos and raise you one rage.

Fuck. Fuckers. Fuck.

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