What is up with spinsters or old maids? I recognize the term is degrading but I really don’t care because several spinsters have already degraded me and gotten on my nerves.
I won’t beat around the bush here or pull my punches. I am barbaric when it comes to spinsters. I am ruthless, heartless, merciless, and cutthroat.
What the f*ck is wrong with these people? How irritated are they with the world that they have to spread their irritation with as many people as they can? Their beef with themselves is more communicable than swine flu.
A really, really bad case of a spinster dwells in our compound. If I can only kick her out of there, I’d do it anytime without any guilt. I don’t care if she’s old and she’s having a hard time walking. F*ck, that doesn’t give her the right to treat people like they’re filthy rags.
This particular odious old maid only treats rich people as human beings. She somehow has a lesser estimate of the humanity of poor folks like us. Well, screw her dried, old… whatever!
Early Morning Hatefest
She seems to care about my young nephew but that won’t make up for the hell she’s put people through all her torturous stay at our compound. She’s always blasting us away like we’re stealing her mucky telephone. Or she’s gonna stand outside the bathroom and start ranting away like you’re taking forever to take a bath. Continue reading