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I want him to die, not Anna Nicole Smith!
I'm not a die hard fan of Anna Nicole Smith, but seeing the news today that she passed away made my heart break a little.
She was an icon of my generation. All those Guess jeans advertisements made us think that she was the new Marilyn Monroe. She's got one pair of good brass balls - never afraid to do what she wants, never thinks too much about what the public said about her.
In a weird way, I'm starting to believe that when she said that her son was her life, it was really honest truth. At least she's with her son now, her daughter will have her father (whoever it may be)
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See, I wanted Jun-jun to die, not Anna Nicole. Come to think of it, I want him to be flagellated first then killed. I want him to know how it feels like to be an oyster in the murky abyss of Manila Bay.
I mean, get out of the closet man! See, that's why you're cranky. You're cooped up in that dark smelly closet (now I understand why you smell - try Rexona, ha?) with no light and ventilation, it's just about right for you to be an asshole.
However, shouting at me in front of my class will not endear you to me nor will it earn you brownie points from the trainees, you self-absorbed, egotistical, megalomaniac, water and soap averse cretin. That will earn you more votes to go straight to Cavite or Tondo. In case you haven't noticed, you just insulted the most vindictive woman in the world.
Do that again today and I will make sure to whisper the only word I know that will scare the fucking bejesus out of you...
"Deportation."
She was an icon of my generation. All those Guess jeans advertisements made us think that she was the new Marilyn Monroe. She's got one pair of good brass balls - never afraid to do what she wants, never thinks too much about what the public said about her.
In a weird way, I'm starting to believe that when she said that her son was her life, it was really honest truth. At least she's with her son now, her daughter will have her father (whoever it may be)
***
See, I wanted Jun-jun to die, not Anna Nicole. Come to think of it, I want him to be flagellated first then killed. I want him to know how it feels like to be an oyster in the murky abyss of Manila Bay.
I mean, get out of the closet man! See, that's why you're cranky. You're cooped up in that dark smelly closet (now I understand why you smell - try Rexona, ha?) with no light and ventilation, it's just about right for you to be an asshole.
However, shouting at me in front of my class will not endear you to me nor will it earn you brownie points from the trainees, you self-absorbed, egotistical, megalomaniac, water and soap averse cretin. That will earn you more votes to go straight to Cavite or Tondo. In case you haven't noticed, you just insulted the most vindictive woman in the world.
Do that again today and I will make sure to whisper the only word I know that will scare the fucking bejesus out of you...
"Deportation."
