KISS concert tickets

My wife and I have always loved KISS.

Something happened yesterday that really got me pissed.

My friend had two KISS concert tickets but he couldn't go.

When I asked him if I could have them, he said no.

But he said he'd give them to me if I catered to his every whim.

He's a lowlife bastard and I shouldn't have trusted him.

I cooked all of his meals and I even rubbed his dirty and smelly feet.

I cleaned his crummy house everyday and I kept it nice and neat.

Every morning I'd bring him breakfast in bed and then I'd give him a shave.

He ran me ragged, I was like a slave.

Yesterday he said he wanted a promotion so he gave the tickets to his boss.

When I told my wife, she hit me in the stomach so hard that my cookies got tossed.

I kicked my friend in the nuts and I beat the crap out of him too.

If you ever make me work for KISS tickets and then renege, I'll do the same to you.

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