Yes I missed a payment. But that doesn't give you the right to come stomping in with your muddy boots, getting my new Michael Kors rug all dirty and grubby. And I really don't appreciate the damage to my modular home, as you pulled my restaurant-quality stainless steel gas stove through the living room window. I ran a jackhammer for 26 hours to pay for that stove and I was only 3 days late on the payment. And stay out of the fridge next time. It disgusts me to think of you standing on my brazillian rosewood laminate floor in your wife-beater t-shirt, drinking up all my PBR and woofing down our leftovers from Ruth Chris' steakhouse. I'll be waiting for you next time, with an antique pearl-handled civil war pistol I got while relic hunting in the low-country. Watch your back Repo-man.
Signed,
The Metrobilly
PS: My poodle hates you.
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