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Damn, I hate these pants! I need to lose some weight.
Of
course, no one can see my hips past this enormous
nose, thanks Dad, NOT!
Whoops, running late. Out onto the streets. Jeez, look
at
that ugly old cow. She's as large as my fridge.
Thank God I'm not her.
Finally, made it to work just in time. Uh oh,
there's
mister busybody. "Morning Joe." I put on my best
frigid smile. If
I don't he'll be telling everyone I
have pms. Man, he is such a gossip.
"Hey Rita," I spot my friend. "I made it past old
nosey
joesy. Do you think he's gay? Oh, and guess what
Darla is up to now..."
type click, type type click. Boy this job is boring.
It's
as slow as molasses around here. Nothing ever
happens in my life...
Claaaannnnggg!
"What did you say? Oh shit, your kidding.
Terrorists?
In our city? Oh shit. Who did it? Oh *them.* Yeah, I
know all
about them. Crazy, women-hating heathens who
think their religion gives them
the right to wipe out
anyone who gets in their way. Disgusting."
Oh, here comes the boss. Cool, we get the day off.
Oh,
but first, let's pray, he says.
"Dear God, our loving protector and provider. Please
help
us destroy the Godless lunatics behind this
horror, and anyone who support
them, so that your
righteousness can prevail. Although we would
rather
have peace, we know that they must be taught a lesson.
Therefore,
please give our soldiers the ability to
kill until every one is wiped out.
Thank you, dear
God, for being our sword and our shield in this time
of
trouble."
"Amen."
