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satanic goatslayer
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I received a phone call today.
That alone is a triumphant moment for a person such as myself.
I should have know better than to answer it, though. My call display registered it as "unknown number" just as written; no capital letters.
I picked it up anyways, and it was the blood donation service. 1-800-Blood or something.
They asked for my blood.
I wondered if it was for the kids, because in life, everything I do is for the kids.
They don't let you know where your fluids might be injected into, which is garbage. So I did my typical phone rage B.S, told her I was going to eat her soul and regurgitate it for her offspring to choke on. Monotonous bullshit.
She must have been automated, for she didn't even flinch in her speech when I told her that I enjoy Hep-C cocktails with AIDS chasers. And I wasn't even lying. That filthy fucking whore that I referred to in a post a couple of days ago was infected. I didn't hesistate to perform cunnilingus on that dirty snatch. In fact, I relished the moment. Life is too short to worry about things of that nature.
So I went to the clinic, registered in, and was rejected.
Not for any STD's mind you, but because I had some ink work done three months ago. Also because of my well-known Windex habit.
Do I have any grounds for legal action, or this just another loss I have to eat?
Thanks in advance.
P.S - I'm serious.
That alone is a triumphant moment for a person such as myself.
I should have know better than to answer it, though. My call display registered it as "unknown number" just as written; no capital letters.
I picked it up anyways, and it was the blood donation service. 1-800-Blood or something.
They asked for my blood.
I wondered if it was for the kids, because in life, everything I do is for the kids.
They don't let you know where your fluids might be injected into, which is garbage. So I did my typical phone rage B.S, told her I was going to eat her soul and regurgitate it for her offspring to choke on. Monotonous bullshit.
She must have been automated, for she didn't even flinch in her speech when I told her that I enjoy Hep-C cocktails with AIDS chasers. And I wasn't even lying. That filthy fucking whore that I referred to in a post a couple of days ago was infected. I didn't hesistate to perform cunnilingus on that dirty snatch. In fact, I relished the moment. Life is too short to worry about things of that nature.
So I went to the clinic, registered in, and was rejected.
Not for any STD's mind you, but because I had some ink work done three months ago. Also because of my well-known Windex habit.
Do I have any grounds for legal action, or this just another loss I have to eat?
Thanks in advance.
P.S - I'm serious.
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