God thinks you're a waste of flesh....
Things I was too polite to actually say to a certain someone....
"I have more balls than you, and mine live in a box under the bed." And aren't technically mine, when you come down to it, but ...
"You must be in possession of the world's smallest dick, because, srsly, I have tiny, thin, extremely girly fingers....and....Must I say it? Do you really want to be embarrassed that badly?"
And what I did say:
Stay away from my girlfriend, you pathetic excuse for a human being. My girlfriend is not a whore. She is not there for you to come on to, or to speak to in such a fashion. She is not a convenience for you to use. And I don't buy your shit about how you're married and have two kids. I know that, douchebag. Didn't stop you before and that alone will not stop you again. But I will. Never attempt to contact her again.
And then, because he stupidly thought I was male, I had to clarify.
I am not a man, you moron.
Oh, and finally, this will be your one and only warning. I certainly have no desire to contact you again. Don't make that be a necessity.
OH! And FINALLY, her name is not spelled "Rigina".
In Internets speak, you are made of epic fail.
There are not words to explain how exceedingly satisfying it was.
I am not thrilled that it needed to be done, but it was wonderful to do.
And he got the message, and went whimpering off.
And now, I must go to work.
"I have more balls than you, and mine live in a box under the bed." And aren't technically mine, when you come down to it, but ...
"You must be in possession of the world's smallest dick, because, srsly, I have tiny, thin, extremely girly fingers....and....Must I say it? Do you really want to be embarrassed that badly?"
And what I did say:
Stay away from my girlfriend, you pathetic excuse for a human being. My girlfriend is not a whore. She is not there for you to come on to, or to speak to in such a fashion. She is not a convenience for you to use. And I don't buy your shit about how you're married and have two kids. I know that, douchebag. Didn't stop you before and that alone will not stop you again. But I will. Never attempt to contact her again.
And then, because he stupidly thought I was male, I had to clarify.
I am not a man, you moron.
Oh, and finally, this will be your one and only warning. I certainly have no desire to contact you again. Don't make that be a necessity.
OH! And FINALLY, her name is not spelled "Rigina".
In Internets speak, you are made of epic fail.
There are not words to explain how exceedingly satisfying it was.
I am not thrilled that it needed to be done, but it was wonderful to do.
And he got the message, and went whimpering off.
And now, I must go to work.