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I hate being held over a fucking barrel.
Cunterlink. Fucking Cunterlink. Yesterday I called to be informed that she could do nothing because her computer said that our claim was being reviewed tomorrow (today) and I should call back then and find out. Dutifully I do so, only to be told that we have to wait four weeks from the claim lodgement date. FOUR FUCKING WEEKS! We're surviving off air presently, because of the lack of this alleged savings we have (of which I could like a share of, even if it's just to prove it's fucking existence). So, because of this fuck around with communication, we're not going to see or hear anything from the fuckers til the middle of Fuck You-ary (February for the ignorant). And we won't get a back pay because we're living off an invisible $8000 savings.
To those knob-jockeys who've messed with the social security system and made it virtually impossible for those who really need the money to get money:
Fuck you.
Slop yourself back into the bucket of puke from whence you came, you slimey pus covered genital infestiation. You're nothing more than a cervical scraping, and even that's putting you on a pedestal.
I'm against capital punishment, but for you I'd gladly make an exception. I would lobby for a special execution and volunteer to be the one privelidged enough to carry it out.
Be thankful I have no knowledge of who you are, or you would feel my wrath. I'm not adverse to torturous means in order to act out my anger, and for you I would take particular pleasure in your slow, meticulous and incredibly painful death.
anxiously awaiting meeting you in person
Your Violent Death
til next....
~Kits~
Cunterlink. Fucking Cunterlink. Yesterday I called to be informed that she could do nothing because her computer said that our claim was being reviewed tomorrow (today) and I should call back then and find out. Dutifully I do so, only to be told that we have to wait four weeks from the claim lodgement date. FOUR FUCKING WEEKS! We're surviving off air presently, because of the lack of this alleged savings we have (of which I could like a share of, even if it's just to prove it's fucking existence). So, because of this fuck around with communication, we're not going to see or hear anything from the fuckers til the middle of Fuck You-ary (February for the ignorant). And we won't get a back pay because we're living off an invisible $8000 savings.
To those knob-jockeys who've messed with the social security system and made it virtually impossible for those who really need the money to get money:
Fuck you.
Slop yourself back into the bucket of puke from whence you came, you slimey pus covered genital infestiation. You're nothing more than a cervical scraping, and even that's putting you on a pedestal.
I'm against capital punishment, but for you I'd gladly make an exception. I would lobby for a special execution and volunteer to be the one privelidged enough to carry it out.
Be thankful I have no knowledge of who you are, or you would feel my wrath. I'm not adverse to torturous means in order to act out my anger, and for you I would take particular pleasure in your slow, meticulous and incredibly painful death.
anxiously awaiting meeting you in person
Your Violent Death
til next....
~Kits~
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Funny. I heard someone say that on holiday in Snowtown last week.