Broken wrist, broken ankle, shame you didn't break your fucking neck, you ignorant turd. I can't wait until you leave. What kind of moron needs a fucking chaperone to do their job? What kind of turd refuses to talk to a colleague for no reason? You couldn't even lower yourself to reply to a text, you have to get your fuckwit mate to do it. You even sulked when I specifically asked for larger sized uniforms just for you, you fat cunt. You seem to be annoyed that I've lost weight. Maybe if you got off your arse and out of your car once in a while, maybe laid off the beer, you'd lose weight and maybe be a much nicer person for it. What happened to your terminal illness that you yelled at us all about for no reason? When's that going to kill you? Dear god, no wonder your parents put you in a boarding school. You're a rancid human. Go fuck yourself, you privileged princess. Hurry up and die from your endless ailments. We're all sick of you.
anonymousWork April 19, 2024 at 6:05 am00
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Henry Harv Hank 2 weeks ago