Tuesday, July 20, 2004

 

dear fuck you, all over again.

lady who was assholicious on the phone to me just now, you have no cause.  i'm sure it's VERY hard to sell stuff at gift shows.  i'm sure you're VERY TIRED from all the good you're doing for the world.  i'm sure SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA is a really trying place to live.  do you know that when you talk that loud, that obnoxiously, that condescendingly, your manicure comes right through the phone?  you are the kind of person that dogs turn their noses up at, and dogs are my favorite people so SCREW.  YOU.  i may be folding cardboard boxes right now, but i bet my sweet, sweet cupcake parabola-shaped new-york toned ass that i could beat you at jeapordy.  in fact, i'm not at all sure that the fact that i can't intuit your sales guy's moronic handwriting and improperly formatted mathematics doesn't mean that i am, in fact, A GENIUS.
 
oh, screw you.  there is no call.   go take a flying leap, lady.

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