Dec 22, 2003 18:53
Dear Skeezy-white-guy-with-Hitler-mustache,
Swing at my ass again with that ping pong paddle and I'll key the fuck out of your nice shiny neon in the parking lot.
I know which car you drive. You always park beside me. You think I dont notice. You sick fuck.
You have a Merry Christmas, you hear?
~Miranda
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Dear Stupid Bitch on the Phone,
When I say we dont have overnight shipping, and you ask again and I confirm that "NO we DO NOT have OVERNIGHT shipping..
Dont scream the word "Fuck" at me. I have your credit card number. I could "fuck" you up worse than you could ever threaten over your little piddly static ridden cordless phone.
Oh and, Thank you *SO* much for calling Sears WishBook. You have a *wonderful* night.
Miranda