About

Hi, my name is Bad Girl. Get the ******** off my page.

If you really want to know why I'm such an angry b***h all of the time, then I should start by telling you how shitty my day is so far. First of all, I live in a ******** basement of a baseball stadium. A ******** BASEMENT. My landlord is a fat, annoying shitface, always feeling me up with his eyes. That old b*****d, he'll get his someday. Everyday, I have to drive to work. I HATE ALL THE ******** DRIVERS ON THE ROAD. ALL OF THEM. I don't ******** care if it's a red light. YOU BETTER GET THE FLYING ******** OUT OF MY WAY. During the mornings in this shithole of a town, I work as a ******** waitress at the shittiest diner in town. I hate all the small-dicked ******** that I have to serve beer to everyday. Fat ******** think they can look at me and ******** take my picture. DON'T THINK I DON'T SEE THAT, ********.

I also work a second job as an assassin. DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. Money is hard to come by in this ******** place. I do what I have to.

******** ALL THESE PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY CAN ******** JUDGE ME. SO WHAT IF I HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM? IT'S NONE OF YOUR ******** BUSINESS!

Whatever. I'll make them all pay. Yeah, with their [********] lives.