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 Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:38 pm
OKAYRANTTIEM.
so ******** pissed at the mo'.
okay, so me and mum went out to the doctor's to get crazy pills and painkillers respectfully, and bad s**t number one happened:
i got a script for ******** lovan, not fluoxatine, which is what i take. lovan is the worthless little b***h of the antidepressant world. srsly. ********. this means i'm gonna have to call the ******** g.p. up and explain to him that i FORGOT WHAT MEDICATION I TAKE and get another script. ********, so afterwards we went to hungry jacks (burger king) because i wanted to try a new burger, and dude, this s**t was as BIG AS MY ******** FACE I s**t YOU NOT. like, it was ******** huge. and it was disgusting. ******** burgerfail, y'know?. i took, like, three bites and wanted to vomit. hungry jacks, i'm disappoint. and i expect indigestion from this s**t later on.
okay, so after THAT double fiasco, we hit up jb hi-fi, which is like heaven on earth for electronic entertainment. dunno, do americans have it?. anyway. amazingly i found s2 of chuck and the new fleet foxes album and i thought s**t MAYBE TODAY WON'T BE SO BAD.
famous last words.
ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
at the till there was, like, this MASSIVE THUNDERCUNT b***h, ******** ME. we were waiting there for TWENTY MINUTES trying to get this b***h's attention, or ANYONE'S, and we finally do, and ask her if she's gonna serve us at all today, and she's just,
"oh. i'm doing finances. *ignore*".
LIKE. OKAY?. WHAT?. ******** YOU. SURE. DON'T TELL US THIS, OH, I DON'T KNOW, TWENTY ******** MINUTES AGO OR ANYTHING.
no apology, no real "no", nothing. complete. ********. thundercunt.
so we got moved up to the front of the next till over and i swear to god, this dude. oh god. he was like a cardboard ******** cut-out imitation of humanity, grunting monosyllabic s**t at us. we could srsly BARELY UNDERSTAND HIM AT ALL. like. ********, brblrn2spk. asshat.
so we FINALLY GET THE ******** OUT OF THERE, and we have to go do the shopping at woolworths, and we waste another ten minutes driving in circles trying to find a ******** PARK. why?.
because this ******** DOUCHEBAG WHO DESERVES TO DIE HORRIBLY FROM EXPLOSIVE DIARRHOEA was:
a) double parked in a ********) disabled park.
SHFKDHGFDSHGFLSDKFHSDLFGHSDLHFGDSHFDSKHBFDSKHFSKHFAKLHDS.
okay, my mum?. she's a ******** QUADRIPLEGIC. so i see this s**t. SO. MUCH. like. constantly have to deal with these douchefags who ******** park in disabled parks.
so we do our shopping and on our way out i see the douche who double parked. surprise surprise, he's got NO DISABILITIES WHATSOEVER. so i just LOSE MY s**t and storm over and start chewing him out. we get into this big blow up and he call me a psychotic b***h and gives me the finger and says he's gonna press charges for HARRASSMENT.
excuse ******** EXCUSE ME?.
so i laughed in his smug ******** face and told him that next time he wants to act self-righteous, he should try NOT breaking two separate laws first.
i wanted to punch him in the neck, srsly, but i just walked away.
fffffff.
so yeah. good ******** day.
:/.
PEE ESS THIS IS PHRENO.
NAME CHANGE.
JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 11:44 am
Wow... What a douche. And an idiot. You do not threaten to press charges against the completely justified angry woman. Especially not after you yourself broke two laws.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:04 pm
I'm sorry you had such a bad day. <3 Hopefully tomorrow will be better. At least you gave that dipshit a piece of your mind.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 2:37 am
You want my flamethrower oh wait ******** I had to get rid of it. stare ******** child safety laws....
Next time that happens you key the ******** out his car like put something epic like Hi, I'm a D-Bag ask me if I don't have a turd encrusted tampon up my d**k. You know something as tasteless as him.Bet he'll never park in the blue zone again. wink Go back to that store and falcon punch all the employees and then write a nasty e-mail to the head manager or hell go all the way to the CEO as well. Go bat-s**t on that burger joint by ordering that burger again and then vomit all over the counter and then tell your doctor to go ******** himself and ask him what's his highest score was on Dr. Mario.
mrgreen
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