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Monday Regurgitation for a Stink Breath
It’s only Monday but you have managed to annoy the living hell out of me already. I fear for my sanity when you’re around. Do I seriously need to spell it out to you? I. Do. Not. Like. You. Not anymore. You irritate me. You need to shut up, even for just a while. Barely a minute that has passed and you’ve already uttered something that is not worth saying at all. Do you have like a ducking itch to say something every second? Even if they are total crap? You’re quite an expert in rehashing things and probably that will be the only thing that you would be good at. You like spewing little words with that horrendous mouth of yours. (You need to brush more often, by the way. Has anyone told you that your breath stinks in the evening and sometimes afternoon?) And while we’re on the subject of orifice, do you mind covering your nose and put the germs back into your disgusting self whenever you sneeze? You keep on complaining about the littlest thing. A tiny paper cut means the end of the ducking world to you. Get over yourself, you pansy little sh!t. There are people out there who go through something much worse everyday but you do not hear them complain. Stop thinking highly of yourself. Please. It’s too painful to witness that all the time. Especially when you intentionally let other people hear it every time you say something to the effect of, “My piss reaches higher than your piss!” Are you ducking 8? Chill, you motherducking overzealous maniac. You’re always challenging and tense. The physical manifestations are scaring me already. I do not want your vein to pop on my face. You will never be what you struggle for because you do not have the cahones, amigo. I tell you that. And even if you do, the people that you step on will always find a way to pull you back down because that’s the only place where a$$holes belong. Have you ever wondered why people leave you? I think I know why. You are full of it. And by it I mean sh!t.
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