I Hate People Part Eleventy Twenty-Seven
Long Tall Gina happened to be out smoking when the three guys who were leaving the Canyon Inn started to peel the Gore 2008 bumper sticker off my car.
"Hey, what are you doing to my car?" she demanded (see, she was pretending it was hers, in case you think I don't know the difference between various possessives).
"WHAT?!" they demanded right back, like "What's your problem, bitch?" Because having been caught in the act, they couldn't just go, "Oh, sorry man, tee hee, we're dicks" and shuffle sheepishly off. Instead, they had to go on the offensive, turning it into her fault for having caught them. "Gore? What the fuck!"
And then, the ultimate in klass:
"Why don't you get LAID?"
I hate people.
"Hey, what are you doing to my car?" she demanded (see, she was pretending it was hers, in case you think I don't know the difference between various possessives).
"WHAT?!" they demanded right back, like "What's your problem, bitch?" Because having been caught in the act, they couldn't just go, "Oh, sorry man, tee hee, we're dicks" and shuffle sheepishly off. Instead, they had to go on the offensive, turning it into her fault for having caught them. "Gore? What the fuck!"
And then, the ultimate in klass:
"Why don't you get LAID?"
I hate people.
posted by rebecca at 1:41 PM
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