Monday, February 9, 2009

I HATE PETER, MY BOSS

I fucking hate you, Peter. You're the worst boss in the world. Why don't you go fuck yourself?? No, I am never going to suck up to you like those fucking twats I work with do. I am NEVER going to act like I think you have a clue what you're talking about because I know you don't. In fact, I'm in a constant state of shock that you even manage to sting sentences together. Let alone the miracle of you writing your own name.

And not only are you thick as shit, but you seem to be under the illusion that you are respected. Let me tell you one thing, Peter, you stupid cunt. NO ONE RESPECTS YOU. No one even likes you.

JUST FUCK OFF

- Sick and Tired of London.

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