Another fest
Apr 02, 2005 in Curse-spouter
I was thinking, since I seem to be in the mood for all these, and most people seem to allow it (for now), might as well continue with the bitch fest.
DISCLAIMER: I'm going to get really bitchy here so if you hate me, I most probably hate you already and this post is definitely going to be about you, AND… if you don't think you can take the brutal honesty then just scoot and run, the close window button is just on the top right there (but I figured out you're already blind anyway, so go ahead).
I've labelled my victims A, B, C… but I don't hate you in order. I just hate you a bit, or hate you damn a lot, but rest assured, THERE IS SOMETHING I JUST DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOU. So you're entitled to hate me too because, you know, takkan you love me right?
Oh yeah you can't fuck off in here you lunatic nut. Like I said, CLOSE THE WINDOW DOWN!!!!
To A: Boy, am I glad you have finally run scoot like a silly dog out of my life. To think that I was stupid enough to even let my eyes ever trail over your squinty eyes. Just recently I've realized that you're just too fucking spineless to have manners. Awww… what a shame that the world has to endure your existence. But at least you are insignificant.
To B: You got pimples on your head, babe. And pimples, like pimples always do, MAKE YOU LOOK UGLY. No amount of pouting, or trying to press together your D-cups while slithering on a hotel marble table up to a bunch of guys who only want to fuck you instead of talk to you will make you look pretty. And keep those specs on. At least they hide the hideousness of your eyes. BTW, your voice sucks and falls flat. Its… whiny, and no matter how much you try to pretend to be a babe, you are not.
To C: Shit man. Your legs have flab. I mean, yeah I have flab on my legs too but I know that flab is NOT meant to be seen in public. You… like… you don't wear itsy-bitsy hotpants while sending off foreign friends at KLIA you idiot… it just cheapens the whole experience. You're already pretty enough so why flaunt things that are meant to be hidden. Either wear long pants, OR, tone up.
To D: You know the other day you told me how happy you were? To be really honest, I'm really happy too… but for myself. Finally I can live without pretence and come out of the closet. It was SICKENING to pretend that you were nice to me, after what you did. And you know what? I hope you really remain there forever, and ever. But then again, you're already praying for that, aren't you? Neeways, so fun to see an idiot praying to continue being stupid. Wheee!
To E: OH PUHLEESE. You are such a, like such a, like such a fuck-ass loser, man. How old are you, hey? Strutting around like THAT? Sheesh… you think everyone's so smitten by your fantastic manners and all that, 'yes please,' 'have a seat please,' shit? You watched Alfie? You're almost like him, only uglier. Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't even have women who like you.
To F, G, H, I, J, K, L….: God Damnnit you make me want to puke. *VOMITS BLOOD*
Oooh that was it. The bad blood. SURE FELT GOOD.
I promise you this will be the end. I'm coming back. I promise. And no, I'm not usually like this. Serious.