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Friday, July 29, 2011
Don't assume that a cleaner is a low class imbecile with no other means to make a living. I just happen to like making things pretty again. It's something I'm proud of, despite the people like you who assume I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground. So stepping over me... wow, that's cold. I bet you're the same freak who throws gum in the urinal and pisses on the wall, and leaves me such lovely 'presents' in the toilet. I mean, c'mon man, do I need to see what you had for lunch? Cleaners need lovin', too, ya know? What we don't need are your asinine assumptions curtained by ignorance and myopic assumptions. So you, Mister Man, you are a stuffed suit. I don't like you one bit. I'm pretty resilient to your types, but I can't remember anyone ever being as rude and crude as were your actions that yes, hurt me. Shame on you! Shame shame on you! —Cleaner with Brains