A woman walked into the store where I work and I recognized her immediately. We went to the same high school and she used to call me names and tell the other kids that I have genital warts. She was a cow then and she's still a cow today, MOO!!! She used to have the other cows gang up on me because they were jealous of my ability to fit into normal sized jeans. I stood and waited for her to approach, wondering if she'd remember me.
"Hi, Lisa!" She said as if we were long lost friends. I wanted to take the pen from the counter and stuff it into her thick neck but I didn't want her spraying butter all over my counter. I'm not adding cleaning to my list of duties at the rate this store pays me.
"Hi, Patty," I said and wanted to add fatty as a prefix.
"I thought you went to college," she said and pulled her face into a contorted position as if she were passing an extra large turd.
"Yeah. I did but I dropped out."
"That's too bad," she said and walked away.
I hate fatty patty...
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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Any idea how many times I have wanted to write a post exactly like this one? Loved it! I find that it is a whole lot easeier to vent on the keyboard, than it is on people. Perhaps not quite as fun, but you know? Thank you for reading my blog!-V
I love this new vent thingy!!! I sooo love blogging.
Fatty Patty is a cow. Moo.
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