What do you think of Anna van der Spittle, Chuck asked me.
Anna van der Spittle? Why do you ask?
I just wondered what you thought?
She’s a big ugly heifer who never shuts her big fat mouth. That’s how I described her.
Oh, Josh, said Chuck, you can’t describe anyone like that.
Why not? It’s true.
Chuck laughed.
You asked.
I know I did, said Chuck.
I find her really irritating. She used to come down to our floor wearing those tight nylon stretch trousers that stretched right across her big arse, with cardigans, all in pastel beige, and a lesbian haircut. She is not a lesbian, she is not interesting enough to be a lesbian. She is big, a hulk of a woman. She never stops bloody talking at the top of her voice, she’s really loud, sucking up all the oxygen in the room for attention on herself. She laughs at the things that she has said. She thinks she is hysterically funny and interesting and is as loud as anyone you’ve ever met.
He laughed. I agree with everything you are saying, he said, but you can’t say it.
Ha, ha, I’d only say it to you.
Shhhh. Chuck bought his finger up to his lips. He winked those baby blue eyes of his.
Okay, so is that a terrible thing for me to say? Maybe it is? I assume people understand that I am talking about her, who is a pain, and it is just about her, and no-one else. It doesn't apply to anyone else. I just find her toxic. Some people are just painful, and I am happy to express that.
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