Tammy – I still hate you, you’re still a cunt, and 1985 called…it wants its Farrah Faucet hairdo and acid-washed mom-jeans back! You insecure stupid little ho-bag. It’s no wonder that office was such a fucking mess; the cleaning crew couldn’t find their broom cuz its stick was busy being shoved so fucking far up your ass…so far in fact, that you would spit splinters every time you opened your fucking mouth to unload all your angry, bitchy, worthless shit at me. I can’t believe your husband fucks you. Surely if his dick hasn’t fallen off by now from your crotch rot, I’d be completely surprised. If I told you to kiss my motherfucking ass, that wouldn’t make me much of a lady now, would it? Suck it bitch!!!!!!!