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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.
Group: Admin
Posts: 439
Member No.: 2
Joined: November 01, 2002
Oh my God!
The Bitch is DEAD!
The Bitch is actually DEAD!
At first I couldn't believe it, but then I found out that it really is true, the bitch really is DEAD!
This is beyond anything I could have dreamed of.
I guess there is a God after all.
I was hoping maybe that the Bitch would get fired and maybe someday commit suicide, but the bitch is actually dead, right now, as we speak, she's rotting in a box buried in the ground somewhere.
And I didn't even know that the bitch was sick!
God, I wish I could have been there. I wish I could have video taped her so that I could play it at Temp Parties. We coulda like played it regular speed, then hit "rewind" and then played it again double speed, like a cartoon; maybe with some sodas and pizza.