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id#89e8ba ♦ 13469 (3040)
 
Good god mother, why do you keep insisting that I apply at the damn bake shop again? Do you have any fond memories of that place? Because I sure as fuck don't. In fact, I'd rather work the shitty job I have now for the rest of my life than go back to that rancid shithole ever again. Hell, dying penniless in the gutter would be preferable to working there.

You know exactly why, too. That awful dog-faced cunt that takes three hour lunch breaks, spends the rest of her six hour work day reading chain letters, playing Solitaire, and scapegoating anyone who doesn't ass-kiss her constantly with anything that may go even slightly wrong. She's a horrible, lazy, rude, annoying, condescending waste of fucking flesh, and I know you hate her just as much as I do. Would YOU go back to that shit? I didn't think so.

Not to mention the other stupid bitch who spends a good 30 weeks out of every year scamming workman's comp, since she's a half blind, Alzheimers-afflicted, mentally retarded invalid who can't lift more than ten pounds. But fuck that, because the stupid batfaced snatch considers her the "most valuable employee there" and lets her get away with faking injuries every other week so she never has to actually do anything. How many times were you screwed out of pay raises just so this useless shitstain could keep getting paid for doing nothing and Jackalbitch could keep up her Lexus payments? I'd wager it was a lot.

So no, I won't be applying there ever again. In fact, if I so much as see that dumb cuntrag's face again as long as I live, I'll spit right in her eye and then go and get my nail-studded baseball bat. Have a nice day.
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man that sucks.
id#a7767d ♦ 11278 (2480)
 
Motherfucking, cocksucking income tax, I fucking hate you. It wouldn't be a problem if it was the usual, tedious shit, but things have changed due to marriage. Still think that's not a problem? My husband and I live in two different countries, and now we have to jump through a bunch of migraine-inducing hoops from hell.

I can't file my tax return without his net income. However, "net income" seems to mean different things in our countries. Either way, he can't get his net income until he files his return. But, he can't file his return until I get some fuck-ass ID number. I can't get that ID number unless I fill out a form. However, because of the piss-poor instructions, bullshit legalese, and weird conditions, I can't fill out the fucking form! No ID number = no tax returns = FUCKED.

Fuck it all. Mom-in-law said she's going to talk to an accountant or something, because this shit's breaking her brain, too! Income tax is a load of shit. Even a $1000 refund would not be worth all this fucking horseshit!
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sorry guy.
id#cf4b4a ♦ 7612 (2007)
 
Almost every day I think about the shit storm you caused me, Phonson & Jam, LLP. you are the sketchiest, stupidest, most painfully by the books scamming lawfirm out there. You caused a hernia in my neck. I wish you the very worst to your scamming business and your disgusting business partner. Crawl back in your mother's vagina, and cook a little longer. Also, die.
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holy shit dude.
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