Op-Ed: Needy Piece of Trash Needs to Chill the Fuck Out
Like everyone else in this goddamn school, I thought this whole pandemic thing would be a blessing to my academic career. No in-person classes, extended deadlines—finally, I had all the time in the world. Everything was going well...that is, up until this lazy piece of helpless FUCK waltzed into my life.
That’s right, I’m talking about Isa-fuckin-belle. Every time I’m just about to write my essay, BOOM, I need to pick up some trash, or oh, I need to plant some flowers. There’s some furniture that needs to be put down. Wah, wah, wahhhh, my name is Isabelle and I think your town is trash! I just sit at my desk all day with my stupid, ugly, pink button-down. What kind of dog is she supposed to be anyways?
I can hear you think to yourself, “Why don’t you turn off the game?” Well, listen sweetheart. I’m not about to let Sarah from tutorial have a perfect town rating but not me.
If this keeps up, I’m seriously gonna lose my shit. Get your clingy ass out of my town Isabelle.
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