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Klutch.xls: not my fault


I'm not feeling so "sensitive" today. Maybe it's cause I'm not feeling so fresh. Whatever. I was a little upset that when it rains, 75% of all MBTA employees decide to skip out on work and they only send out one in every 8 (eight) frigging busses. That's not my fucking fault. I just want to go to fucking work where I can sell my labor in hopes that one day I can buy my freedom. So, there were approx. 750,000 (seven-hundred-fifty-thousand) people on my bus this morning. And it took too long to get to work. And there was no way in hell I was giving up my seat. Here's why:

1. It's not my fault you're so fat your knees don't work anymore.

2. It's not my fault you decided to take 7 (seven) large leather bags to work with you today.

3. It's not my fault you're so old. My Grandma's old, so we lock her in the basement.

4. It's not my fault you just "can't say no to hubby when he looks at you that way." It's not my fault you got knocked up twice this year.

5. Whatever. It's just not my fault.

I get on at the bus' first stop, I get off at the last stop. I ain't gonna spend my ride playin "pop-goes-the-weasel" to let people in and out of my seat.

Deal with it.







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