Today after work I decided that I had better go to the mall to buy my secretaries gifts so they don't whine. They are so status quo. So anyway, I was standing in this unreal line at the Pottery Barn when some little snot-nosed punk of kid steps on my tail! He just picks up his little sweatshop-sneakered foot and slams it into my beautiful blue tail. The nerve! So of course, I turn around and snarl at him. Then he starts freaking out and crying and screaming, "Don't eat me!". I wasn't planning on eating him, jeez, I just had this ginourmous burrito right before that. Anyway, his pear-shaped fat bottomed, white bread, mini van driving mother starts screaming at me. "What did you do to my baby!" I'm like, "Lady, your baby stepped on my tail." And ok, maybe I was being a little sarcastic, but come on! So then, to add insult to injury, these rent-a-cops come out of nowhere and tell me that I gotta leave. !!!!
So I said "Fine, I didn't want to buy these f-ing cappuchino mugs anyway!"
They are so getting lottery tickets for Christmas.
So I said "Fine, I didn't want to buy these f-ing cappuchino mugs anyway!"
They are so getting lottery tickets for Christmas.
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