The following is an open letter to the fat bastard cocksucker Ian Godbeer who is the plant 82 manager at Suncor.

Dear fuckface,

I am so glad I no longer have to see your fat ugly face every day. From your stupid accent to the stupid look on your face, everything about your stupid ass bothers me. You and your precious fucking plant 82. Fuck it, and fuck you. I hope your ass gets deported back to wherever the fuck you came from. I think you're from South Africa. Good. Maybe I'll get lucky and some angry black guy that you tormented before you came to Canada will kill you, skin you, and eat you. Although that would be quite a meal, so I hope he brought some friends. I hope his dog munches on your tiny nuts before you die, asshole.

You fat big mouthed cock-knocker. You wouldn't know what manners were if they came up and sucked that little pencil you call a dick. "Where's my gearbox? Where's my motor? Where's my trunnion?". Well you know where I think they are, shitstain? I think they are in your big fat stomach, since you seem to always be eating anyway, you probably got hungry and ate them all. Your stomach is probably the only thing on this earth that's even bigger than your mouth.

So listen ballsack, why don't you just pack up your shit and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COUNTRY!!!! I AM SO FUCKING SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING SOB STORIES! I don't give a FUCK who built your fucking gearbox 30 years ago! I don't give a fuck who you knew back in Zimbabwe or wherever the FUCK you came from that might know where to get spare parts! As I matter of fact, I don't give a FUCK about you! So take that little stump that used to be one of your fingers, stick it straight up your fat ass, and spin! Just FUCK THE HELL OFF AND DIE!

Love,
Me.

PS - And while you're spinning, faggot, close your eyes, tap your ruby slippers together three times, and say "Go Leafs Go, and take the Blue Jays with you".