*cough* Hack *cough*

E-mail I received a day ago:
"Your last Ask B.a.D post was sweet. I love Ask B.a.D. Forget people complaining about your wrestling questions, I don't even watch wrestling and I find them hilarious. I find all the posts hilarious. All of my class reads your s*it man, we're hooked. Keep up the good work, brotha."
- E-mail address withheld

See now? This, this is how to properly kiss my ass.

Family Guy movie is sweet. Too bad Nicolinna fell right the f*ck off due to lack of sleep.

Ultimate Warrior DVD is a bury job. Hard to disagree with it though, really.

But both are very good.

Anyways, for those of you who don't know me, my name is B.a.D, and I fight inept, greedy, and bitter lifers to the end of the earth.

Trashey, of crankiest and most bitter lifer at #3 fame, asks (behind my back, mind you):
"When I get the treatment he gets, I'll shut the hell up. How is it that he gets everything handed to him when I've been here 3 times as long as him?"

B.a.D, of never having had to fight for a transfer or a pay adjustment fame, answers:
"Quality, not quantity."

You hacks belong where you're at. At Co-op, because Co-op sucks. You all roll off my back like water, and have for years. I give no f*ck about what any of you think, so get over it.

P.c.P denies that Trashey even exists.

You just mentioned her right there.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did. You just said "P.c.P denies that Trashey even exists."

P.c.P denies that Trashey even exists, but all the same would like to wish her the best of luck in her future endeavors.

Whatever.

Bitch.

What was that?!?!

Nothing.

Damn right, "nothing".

Peace.

E-Mail: trasheydoesnotexist@hotmail.com
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