Letters Of Complaint.

Hoi, new workplace -

How's about giving me a workplace shirt which actually fits for fucks sake!? Like, I was all OK the first day when you gave me a shirt that barely covered my belly, but Jesus, today you come round and give me a shirt which has the left armpit tewtally ripped.. Is that like meant to be a fucking airway or something!?

Fix me up with a shirt that fits properly and isn't torn/ripped/screwed/burnt/fucked up or do something else.


kthxbai.
 
Dear Ron lying cunt Howard,

how comes you're such a lying cunt?

You used your Hollywood brainwashery to fraudulently invest my time and limited empathy. You portrayed yon John Nash fucker in yon Beautiful Mind film as an asexual, socially aloof genius, loved by his angelic wife, plagued by schizophrenia yet ultimately venerable.

When in fucking fact he was a cottaging/hobbyist adulterer, fathering children elsewhere and vanishing into the auspices of Princeton.

Yours in wavering uncertainty,

John Forbes Nash.
 
Dear Ron lying cunt Howard,

how comes you're such a lying cunt?

You used your Hollywood brainwashery to fraudulently invest my time and limited empathy. You portrayed yon John Nash fucker in yon Beautiful Mind film as an asexual, socially aloof genius, loved by his angelic wife, plagued by schizophrenia yet ultimately venerable.

When in fucking fact he was a cottaging/hobbyist adulterer, fathering children elsewhere and vanishing into the auspices of Princeton.

Yours in wavering uncertainty,

John Forbes Nash.

Isn't cottaging and fathering weans mutually exclusive?
 
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