Insufferable Little Bitch
There’s this caller, a cuck– of course he’s a cuck, because only cucks can be that fucking retarded– who was really hot for me, and really hot for the idea of me fucking around behind his back. (who wouldn’t be, huh?)
Anyhow, the stupid little bitch can’t figure out that 1. if he calls me and his charge card doesn’t go thru– ITS NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM and 2. I am a real person and not some fat-assed, broken ho living on welfare and the $$ of lonely wankers. That’s right– I have a life, which means I ACTUALLY GET OFF OF MY ASS AND GO OUT SOMETIMES, TO FUCK, TO SHOP, TO WORK, AND TO STUDY. So it follows that I cannot be available 24.7, waiting for some dickwad to call me.
he left me abysmal feedback. But it’s not the feedback that pisses me off– does he have any clue how many guys will be turned on by the fact that he’s claiming I stole his money and then ignored him? It’s his email:
douchebag:
what a bitch! i have to buy you shit but you won’t talk to me? cunt!
um. guys– where do you expect ME to be at 8pm on a saturday night? curled up in my jammies @ my computer?
I DONT FUCKING THINK SO.
gah.