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SO if you didn't already hear, I was in yet another car accident on, what was it? Wednesday? no, thursday. Angela and I were heading up the stretch when Miss Brilliance stopped paying attention and slammed into a chevy work van. I slammed my shin and my bad knee right into the dashboard. My knee was fucked up to begin with, but now I'm sure that by the time I hit 30(if I live that long) I'm no longer gonna have a right knee, and after that you can just shoot me. What the fuck am supposed to do without a fucking knee??!! Whatever.
Work is getting on my last fucking nerve. The owner is a cocksmoking, money-grubbing, fuck face. Day after the accident he made me work 11 fucking hours. When I asked to close half hour early so that we could finish up some work he bitched at me. Needless to say I had a total nervous fucking breakdown in front of the customers and started crying like a little bitch. I need to find a new job before I jump up in there is with a fucking shot gun and shoot that gremling looking mother fucker. I hope he fucking chokes on jiz and fucking dies...fucker...
Work is getting on my last fucking nerve. The owner is a cocksmoking, money-grubbing, fuck face. Day after the accident he made me work 11 fucking hours. When I asked to close half hour early so that we could finish up some work he bitched at me. Needless to say I had a total nervous fucking breakdown in front of the customers and started crying like a little bitch. I need to find a new job before I jump up in there is with a fucking shot gun and shoot that gremling looking mother fucker. I hope he fucking chokes on jiz and fucking dies...fucker...