To all of you blood bank bitches: You picked and picked and picked at me until I couldn’t take it anymore. You got together and took my position and married it up to one you couldn’t give away. You jealously made mountains out of molehills in order that I might lose my marbles and break down. You used your hen yard bullying tactics to almost kill me. It is my heartfelt hope that the exact same thing happens to all of you. Then you might know how it feels to be unable to eat, sleep and live, and have dread to go into work. You act so holy but you are a whitewashed shit house and hypocrite backstabbers. The deepest reaches of the inferno are reserved for treacherous backstabbers like you. —Stabbed in the Back
This article appears in Apr 28 – May 4, 2011.
Huh? I think someone is off their meds.
these new bitches are making my brain hurt…http://i.ytimg.com/vi/mpxmfvA9svo/0.jpg
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Ummmm…What?
Is this the new Twilight novel?
Kinda sucks….
While the hens were pecking you to death, you should have used your mouth like a shotgun. But I’ll bet my left ankle bone that you just sat there and took it. Learn something from this, OP, ’cause the hens are everywhere.
not sure, but i think someone just went off their meds again. either that, or they don’t know how to explain shit out, in detail, and let us try to figure their rant out.
well….its nice to see ‘karma’ didn’t get used, in this one.
damn you mr. more…now i have to find a dog http://www.jjmastiff.com/History/files/pag…
“unable to eat, sleep and live, and have dread to go into work”
Look on the bright side:
1. Unable to eat = you’ll never get fat and will look good this summer.
2. Unable to sleep = more time to do other things with your life
3. Unable to live = ummm….I guess that means you’re dead, or a zombie.
4. Dread going to work = another call center bitch.