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Provided by the compucert One day a couple years ago I go to the coffee stand a block from my office. I picked up my breakfast and was heading back to the office when I noticed a hot chick walking ahead of me. She was maybe 10-15 feet ahead of me. She was a small, slender creature, maybe 5 foot 5. She had very gorgeous, long, straight, brown hair with highlights that were not overdone. She had a feminine walk. She had a feminine shape on her and a perfect small round ass. Taking walks are always fun when there's a distraction like that.
That is, until...
She turned to look over her shoulder and I saw who this was. Ellen N. One of the most vile creatures put on the face of this earth. I hate this woman intensely. Her father is a real condescending bastard, but has more money than God. So this little rich bitch grew up knowing that she can do what she wants and everyone else is here to serve her. She's a woman in her 40's, I assume, divorced and with kids. Her kids are out of control. Why shouldn't they be? Their mother is a pain in the ass adult-child herself.
Today she offered a wonderful reminder of why I hate her. She called up asking ME what SHE paid in estimated taxes last year.
"How the phuc should I know, bitch?" is what I WANTED to say. Instead I reminded her that her father schedules her payments, and we don't. He probably knows.
She calls back. Her father doesn't know. "Who can I call?"
"Try Dr. Kavorkian, you cunt," I really wanted to say. Instead I give her the numbers for the Internal Revenue Service and New York State Department of Taxation.
She calls back and asks for my boss. She complains that I gave her the wrong number. Fucking bitch! She even has the nerve to tell my boss to have ME find the right number and call her back. Umm. We have a secretary in this place. It's her job to do shit like that. I look it up and call her.
"Get your skank ass over here so I can break my foot off in it!" I wanted to say. Instead I gave her the number. The she says:
"Hrrmmm. It seems I wrote it down wrong I was off by one digit. I'm so sorry if I caused trouble."
But aha! She just apologized, and I DID give her the wrong number. Double satisfaction. Score two for Bob. Muahahahah!
That is, until...
She turned to look over her shoulder and I saw who this was. Ellen N. One of the most vile creatures put on the face of this earth. I hate this woman intensely. Her father is a real condescending bastard, but has more money than God. So this little rich bitch grew up knowing that she can do what she wants and everyone else is here to serve her. She's a woman in her 40's, I assume, divorced and with kids. Her kids are out of control. Why shouldn't they be? Their mother is a pain in the ass adult-child herself.
Today she offered a wonderful reminder of why I hate her. She called up asking ME what SHE paid in estimated taxes last year.
"How the phuc should I know, bitch?" is what I WANTED to say. Instead I reminded her that her father schedules her payments, and we don't. He probably knows.
She calls back. Her father doesn't know. "Who can I call?"
"Try Dr. Kavorkian, you cunt," I really wanted to say. Instead I give her the numbers for the Internal Revenue Service and New York State Department of Taxation.
She calls back and asks for my boss. She complains that I gave her the wrong number. Fucking bitch! She even has the nerve to tell my boss to have ME find the right number and call her back. Umm. We have a secretary in this place. It's her job to do shit like that. I look it up and call her.
"Get your skank ass over here so I can break my foot off in it!" I wanted to say. Instead I gave her the number. The she says:
"Hrrmmm. It seems I wrote it down wrong I was off by one digit. I'm so sorry if I caused trouble."
But aha! She just apologized, and I DID give her the wrong number. Double satisfaction. Score two for Bob. Muahahahah!
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