Damn. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas!
Maybe I wrote something to Hardees's management about two of its workers at a certain store.
Maybe I dropped their names.
Maybe I hate those workers.
Maybe those workers fucked me over.
Maybe those reasons I listed are the right reasons.
Maybe they should wash their hands after smoking.
Maybe they should take into consideration that a lot of people are allergic to what is in cigarettes and by eating residue from the nicotine (which is used as a pesticide), their allergy could be worse than just being around it.
Maybe they shouldn’t fucking come to work hung over and bitch about doing their jobs.
Maybe one of them should fucking bathe more than once a week.
Maybe one of them shouldn’t act like a raging whore and lay on her back and open her crack and let someone fuck her silly.
Maybe they shouldn’t talk about adult things around children and say some of the big vulgarisms like “cunt”.
Maybe they fucked with the wrong person because that person could call in a few friends to report on a couple of things as well.
Maybe common sense should dictate better manners, but from all the drinking and drug use they do, they fried those brain cells beyond repair.
This is possibly a confession of my guilt, IF I FUCKING FELT ANY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
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