If you thought your boss was gassy this morning... just wait until she calls you after lunch. You’ve really ****** up—bringing her greasy food that's got her stomach boiling. Now, she’s lighting you up in this voicemail, ripping farts left and right while tearing apart your work ethic and mocking how pathetic you are. She knows you're the type to get hard hearing her gas, and she’s going to use that against you. Longer. Louder. Nastier. This is your punishment for being a worthless assistant—and she’s just getting started.
Heavy **** domination, cruel teasing, burps, and degrading insults. Your boss is bloated, ******, and ready to make you her personal gas toy.