Thought it might be cathartic for some of us to politely disperse some of the steam we build up internally as an upshot of the myriad twats we encounter in the real world in our day to day existences.
With this, I will also be attempting to resurrect the archaic art form of letter writing.
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Dear Nincompoop who served me in the shop this morning,
what fucking tree did you just fall out of? You've got a fucking till to do all the hard arithmetic for you.
When you said, 'that'll be £7.02', I handed you £7.50. Your eyes glazed over in this flitty, 'what day is it' kinda manner.
'No mate', you said, 'it's £7.02.
Didn't you feel even in the slightest bit thick when I responded, 'yes, that means you owe me 48p'.
What a fucking cawk you are. I owe you 2 punches in the nose, available the next time I see your gormless face.
Kindest Regards,
Chalice (OfWeeWee).
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