Okay, so I am having a "good day" at work and some woman that I don't even talk to stops me in the hospital. She says "a seat opened up, and you can come to the L' Azzuro restaurant with me". I declined and she storms off and says "whatever!". Why am I the port in which such disgusting filth makes passes at me? First off, I am repulsed by this woman - her face has the same shape of a dried prune that has been been pooped out by a buffalo. She has a similar intelect of a teenage monkey that the Japanese has beaten with sticks. Secondly, her attitude is even more putrid than a wad of skunk diaharria chunks that has been sealed in a airtight container and opened 15 years later. Yes, that bad. Sometimes I wonder if people just like to screw with my head because they have a mental issue that needs to be addressed. Is it that difficult to comprehend? If I don't talk to you, THERE'S A REASON FOR IT. $@#% you, $@#% your daddy, $@#% the sperm that your mother should have swallowed!!
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