How Dare That Bitch Die
Honation (tm) NYC Temp Agencies New York City:
Christopher Paige's Journal:
My Life As A Vicious NYC Temp:
How Dare That Bitch Die
Don't *uck with me today. Okay? I just like *ucking found out that this bitch whose life I was trying to destroy, just up and died, and of natural *ucking causes no less.
Okay, like spare me your fake sympathies. Okay? You don't know what it's like. You can't know what it's like to work day and night trying to be creative enough to destroy some bitch's hopes and dreams and maybe drive her to committing suicide by jumping in front of a subway car, only to have all of that creativity mooted because the Bitch just *ucking dies. Just *ucking dies in her *ucking sleep of natural *ucking causes. Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You say there's a God? Well, what kind of God would allow the richest man in the world to be heterosexual? What kind of God would create a Rosie O'Donnell? And, what kind of God would somehow rejoice in my pain and suffering? I tell you, nobody knows the troubles I seen. Nobody Knows.
