Hate is a strong word. But I hate people that don’t RSVP, and still show up. These are some of the worst guests ever. Here I am, trying to get a firm headcount for our shenanigans, and you don’t even have the common courtesy to let me know if you can make it or not. And then, to make matters worse, you just come anyway. I don’t think you understand how this works. If you don’t let me know, I presume you won’t make it. Therefore, there is no food or any drinks with your name on it. Don’t come struttin’ thru my meticulously planned event and think just because it fit your schedule at the last minute that you are still invited. Naw, playa. It don’t work like that. You forfeited your right to be up in here. If I do decide to let you in, please believe you will be drinking water and eating saltines. I really didn’t wanna invite you anyway. My granny made me do it. So as we arrive on wedding and graduation season, RSVP. Your sorry butt already has a pre-addressed envelope with a stamp on it. All you’ve gotta do is put a name and number of guests on it. Stop being lazy and inconsiderate. Oh, and if you don’t respond either way, I want my Curtis Jackson back. AKA my 50 cent. Postage ain’t free.
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