You are not entitled. You are not special. You are not unique with your douchewear. You, my dear, are an asshole. Simple as that.
I've dealt with people like you for a really long time. As such, my asshole radar is probably in better working order than my gaydar. Needless to say, I can identify you before you ever make it into my personal space. You come around with a chip on your shoulder and I have the match ready.
Do you really think that demanding anything from me is going to get you somewhere? I really don't give a fuck who you say you know. I certainly don't give a fuck about who you are going to call to "make my life miserable." Why? Because I know you are talking out your ass. That's why. If you have to throw that shit around then I know you are lying. Plain and simple.
Oh, by the way, you do not intimidate me because you are male. You might have a cock, but I guarantee you are a bigger pussy than I will ever be. In fact, you really do look like the type of guy that would kick another guy in the dick during a fight. Even I wouldn't do that unless my life was in danger and I am a chick. Should you care to test me on this I will be more than happy to demonstrate.
So please, when you are ready to take a nap on my office floor, do come visit again.
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