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[22 Mar 2009|08:56pm] |
You know what Mr. Sidhu?
GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Seriously. You want to shuffle off MY hours so that YOUR spoiled little sixteen year-old douchebag of a son can have more hours, then have the FUCK at it. Better yet, why don't you be a FUCKING MAN and tell me to my GOD DAMN FACE, rather than making up some half-baked excuses about how I get frustrated too often. I'M TOO FUCKING STONED TO BE FRUSTRATED, MOTHERFUCKER. Stupid, fat fucker, cutting me down to three fucking days a week. WHO CAN SURVIVE ON THAT? FUCKING NO ONE. So don't cry or some shit whenever I go get another fucking job, and you can't find someone who'll work every ungodly shift that you schedule them.
HAVE A NICE LIFE, BITCHBALLS.
((Translated: Rae is having a bad day at work, so Lucy pays the price.))
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