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If the slumlord thinks it's funny to let it rain in my bathroom & kitchen
I will damn well piss all over him before
I slit his leech throat w/ my scythe, or burn him off w/ a cigarette. |
That means you & all the incompetent witches in your office, you human leech. I will see you all in hell.
Call the police again, squealing slumlord-loving rat!! My lawyer will get your name this time & you'll get yours too, you rat bastard. No one drops a dime on me & lives, you hear me!!
And fuck the rest of you, the pigs & the traffickers in human misery of College Behavioral Health. I will burn your corrupt operations to the ground. RICO Act, anyone?
This has been Tuesday's testing of the limits of free speech. And the limits of how much fucking shit
I can take from you absolute shits before I fucking explode. Keep testing me, you fucking morons.
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