And . . .

These mothercukers in fucking upstate new fucking york won't fucking decide if want to fucking pony up the fucking dough to have their fucking dancefloor redone because their fucking insurance company is fucking them and they can't make up their fucking mind as to whether they so fucking suck it up and fucking hand over the fucking dough and fucking settle with the insurance company later, or the want to fuck around and waste our fucking time so we can't fucking nail down a fucking time when this is going to fucking happen, and in-fucking-stead we have to fucking block out a whole motherfucker week. Fuck those fucking fucks, I want my money. Fuckers.