You fucking suck dirty assholes out of the Dirty Assholes Barrel. You really do. Thank you for not covering the things I need to have done in order to sleep properly. Thank you for stiffing me on a test that costs more than I make in 5 months. There is no way I am going to be able to afford that. No fucking way. Thank you for stiffing me on ALL of my neurologist visits. They just happen to be the pricey-ist of them all. And a thank you in advance, for if I really do have to go through with brain surgery, I bet you won't cover that either. So go fuck yourself with a splintery wood post, that happens to be covered in rusty nails and gasoline. Thanks to you I have to spend all I make on what you won't cover, so no school for Paige. No boobs and labia for Paige. No fixing the fuckups involving Paige's family home. No moving out of this dump apartment with the waterfall in the living room for Paige.
Aetna? I hope you die.

