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.
To the driver of the #1 who looked me in the eye and passed right by me when I was standing by the bus stop on Gottingen Street: What the fuck? Why didn't you pick me up? Fuck you. —T Nut