Crate spilled on the floor, my anger reaches an apex after a particularly terrible day of work. I look up at the bumbling bafoon who knocked my once monthly charitable donation out of my hands, visibly enveloped in rage What sorry excuse of a laboured mother did you pop out of?! She should have stuck a wire coat hanger up there before another wasteful fleshbag came to fruition, further dooming the ONE goddamn planet that our festering species can inhabit!
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