Wombles
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I had a interview today brocels for some shitty call centre job and as always have to get public transport (which I always use) god help me I sat down and saw sex havers on phones and what not but also this chad was looking at me weirdly he was a white htn he sits like opposite me I kid u not this mf before he sat down he stepped with all his 150 ibs on my foot I was like wtf on the inside but I didn't say anything I'm low T then he sits down next to me start sniggering at my shoes you'll realise when u see them I'm poor but yeah fuck this faggot chad passed me off and the interview didn't go well cos I stuttered and got sweaty and didn't answer questions smoothly looks like I'm staying unemployed jfl.
Now for my signature poem.
Chad stood on my shoes
Like a nigger I felt like I had the blues
All the bluepill lies they told us was a ruse
Then and their my heart felt like it bruised,
All because faggot chad stood on my shoes,
I lose.
~Wombles
Now for my signature poem.
Chad stood on my shoes
Like a nigger I felt like I had the blues
All the bluepill lies they told us was a ruse
Then and their my heart felt like it bruised,
All because faggot chad stood on my shoes,
I lose.
~Wombles