Blatant Craps

Is it me or is my cynism reviving itself?

My hatred for humanity has just increased by a lot.

I am morphing soon, back to the good old me. I prefer it that way. No worries about "face", no worries about nimPcumPoos and the imbeciles, no worries about anchors.

As for my hatred for humanity, it was sparked of by a bitarche. I guess she is a competitive, power-hunger, smart-ass, shallow bitarche. From her empty question, I deduce she is simply a pile of goo. From her blatant crap about not making it back in time, I conclude her to be a limpless goo floating around contaminating the air.

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**pinch nose** smelly goo wafting pass!!!!

I wonder how she made it to my class without people flushing she down the toilet. Nevertheless. her tinge of hypocrisy, filled my breathing space. She DARED to smile at me.......BITARCHE!!!.....I flashed my SINCERELY FAKE SMILE BACK..........hoping that my radiant smile would dry her instanteously up.

No shit....she is still wafting around pain-in-the-arse-ingly.

Her friends are even more irritating. Guess the saying that BITARCHE of the SAME POO FLUSH TOGETHER is true.......Now poor me had to be in the same confined space for two hours of my life.

SOMEONE GET THE CLEANER AUNTIES TO CLEAN UP THE GOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"You dun need to know who she is,
It will make you piss.
Don't ask me please,
I will not tell you who she is."








But seriously you can smell her a mile from here...............she smells.......








On a hinder note, I would not make friends with her.....






On a behind of the hinder note, even if she is nice and demure and danely and friendly and sincere.................she still smells...............








On a bottom of the behind of the hinder note, a lot of people smell too.











On a abyss of a bottom of the behind of the hinder note, HUMANITY still INCURS MY WRATH.