Dear Mr.Piece of glass that got stuck in my foot this morning,
Thanks.
A lot.
You hurt.
You hurt like hell.
You made me bend.
That hurt even more.
It hurts to bend.
(pregnant belly)
I was late to work because of you.
(and because I woke up late and stopped at McDonald's... but that's beside the point)
Not cool, piece of glass, NOT COOL.
I think Mr. Piece of Glass deserves a french fry for that. They always make me toot. Mr. Piece of Glass could do with a little uncomfortable-ness, I'm thinking.
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