Incessant flagellation no longer torments nor assails psyche of mine

Incessant flagellation no longer torments nor assails psyche of mine... until courtesy amazing grace interceded in the doggone guise of Canis lupus familiaris unwittingly timely deliverance videre licet as an unconditionally loving emotional support animal. Emotional and financial crucifixion synonymous with being figuratively nailed to the cross or flayed into a bloody pulp, which damning punishment linkedin to joint checking account being sucked dry as an arid desert by a criminal hopefully he/she gets their comeuppance for usurper(s) of our joint checking account funds whose activity at an ATM machine located at West Ridge Street Lansford Pa helped her/himself exuding glee and cashed out monies subsequently accruing an attached surcharge of three dollars plus an overdraft fee of $35.00, which duplicated transactions for $203.50, $303.50 occurred on the following days: May 14th, 15th, and 16th, 2025, and if any unsuspecting observer witnessed she/he walking with stuffed pockets bulging with cash please inform me as soon as possible so just desserts can be meted out not because I consider myself vindictive, but yours truly (me) experienced financial hardship, which crisis nearly sent me to the poor house and/or a mental state hospital. Courtesy intercession re: fluke of the universe turned the figurative tables on miscreant punishing series of unfortunate events rescinded at the eleventh hour the reprieve granted courtesy lenient judge who mistook me for a sinner in the hands of an angry dog, which accursed fate of mine unexpectedly blessed with good luck from the aforementioned canine actually a bank dick in disguise, he took me under his paw and made no bones about offering me accommodations good and plenty of room spacious doghouse despite puppies galore, who romped around the greensward becoming excellent at sports climbing, frolicking, and jumping over hurdles (trained by none other than the celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County) surrounding the custom built dog house, which domicile more like a mansion. Sirius lee, I (an infinitesimal speck in the cosmos – veritably insignificant in the schema of things, and buzzfeeding with a healthy helping of existential nihilism), nevertheless thank my lucky stars for unseen small medium forces at large that righted a wrong, and to summarily recap the debacle triggering a major crisis with entrusted finances, which found one Beatle browed, foo fighting beastie boy descending into the figurative abysmal pit of despair with a horrific prospect of becoming homeless along with the missus after an unbeknownst person exhibited chutzpah and moxie expunged, cashed out, and accessed without sense and sensibilities every red cent prompting me, a Citizen Banker to rage against the machine rivaling the wrath of King Kong when he pounds his chest and bellows.