Angry? Mad as hell and you can't take it anymore? Get something off your chest
and it could be published online and/or in print. Bitches are anonymous and may be
edited for length, grammar, spelling and our lenient standards of propriety.
we all see you idling out there, doing fuck all, every god damn day - I ought to stuff a smoked meat sandwich in your tailpipe, you villian —see you tomorrow I'm sure