Dear Nurse at Red Cross Blood Donation Centre,

When you came up to me calling my name, I thought you’d bandaged me up incorrectly and the blood was trailing down my arm and onto your lovely white floor.

Never would I have thought you were coming up to me to tell me to cover the back of my T-shirt by putting on my jumper.

C’mon, seriously? We’re all adults here. If the donators in the clinic are offended by the words “HELL FUCK YEAH” written in white block capitals on my back, then they shouldn’t be giving blood. It’s as simple as that. Blood that can’t handle swear words does not need to be passed on.



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