Santa likes to fuck fat chicks in the ass.
so there's this type of person i hate. i like to think i'm a pretty open-minded gal, but i have to admit, there are certain prejudices i can't help attaining to. like when i a group of 30-something women in matching tennis outfits show up at chili's during lunch hour on a friday, i automatically hate them.
and usually, my hate is not unwarranted.
every friday, kevin and i go to lunch. and it's usually chili's cuz it's like right next door to our bank, and we only have a freaking hour, and we can both get steak AND nachos for less than $30. so shut up about me eating at chili's. anyways. this wasn't even today friday, this was last week friday, and we were still so pissed off that we went to friday's instead. and if you haven't had their fried mac and cheese, i suggest you do so post haste. it is a delight. also, the cheesy bacon cheeseburger, with this heart-attack inducing chunk of fried provolone on top? delish.
so anywas, last friday we went to chili's. and the woman who was there in front of us (who also cut me off and stole my parking space) was "reserving" an eating area for her and her 10 friends. this woman was wearing a black and hot pink tennis outfit. yes. i know.
so naturally, since there were two of us and a million of here, who weren't even there yet, kevin and i got seated first. and we actually had out steaks on our table by the time the remainder of this woman's black and hot pink tennis outfit garbed companions showed up. with extras...two of them brought their 2 children (making a total fo 4 children...ew) and one brought her husband. so it ended up being a party of like a billion. anyways. the considerate host, who hasn't realized that we go there like every friday and spend a fair amount of money for only 2 people, decided that our oddly arranged booth area would be just PERFECT for this gang of rich tennis bitches. and while they were all loudly gathered around us trying to decide where everyone was going to sit, this one bitch actually said, and i quote: "maybe we can get them to move." and by "them" she meant kevin and i. and now...okay. i'm not a mean person. but FUCK THESE BITCHES. maybe we can "get" them to move. not "ask politely" but "get." who the fuck does this cunt rag think she is? i had the A-1 on my steak. why the fuck should i move cuz some dumb club of rich tennis whores couldn't plan ahead? i was outraged. needless to say, we didn't move, nor did they ask us. two nearby tables recently emptied, so they were moved together to accomodate this obnoxious group of bitches who clearly "deserved" to be treated better than us. but also, they shared our waitress. who we never saw again. i didn't get the box i requested to bring the rest of my steak and nachos home in. in fact, our appetizers and meals were brought by different women, neither of whom were our waitress. as she was very busy with her important rich bitch tennis group.
fuckers.
the children, i might add, were incredibly well behaved. the adults, on the other hand - loud, obnoxious, demanding, rude fucking CUNTS.
as much as i hate being poor white trash, if that is what money does to people, then fuck it, i'll stay poor white trash. cuz that was just absurd. it's been a week, and i am STILL fuming over these cunts and their self-reightous attitudes. like who the fuck are you bitches to think i should move so you can sit together? who the fuck are you to think your time is more important than mine? also, when any group of people literally cheers over the arrival of their corona and lime? they are automatically fucking useless. especially if 2 of them are dragging their fucking children along. okay, i've been known to head to the bar and imbibe then drive myself home. and i know i shouldn't. and i know i'm putting others in danger. but at least i'm not knowingly putting my own stuck up children in danger. AT LUNCH no less. who the fuck drinks at lunch?
oh that's right. stuck up rich useless cunt faced tennis bitches. in matching outfits.
fuckers.
in other news, i rented this movie tonight, and i enjoyed it. maybe it's the beer and the head cold talking, but it was seriously hilarious. providing you don't take it seriously for a second. it also reinforced my undying love for dominique swain. she totally tops my list of girls i'd go gay for.
and usually, my hate is not unwarranted.
every friday, kevin and i go to lunch. and it's usually chili's cuz it's like right next door to our bank, and we only have a freaking hour, and we can both get steak AND nachos for less than $30. so shut up about me eating at chili's. anyways. this wasn't even today friday, this was last week friday, and we were still so pissed off that we went to friday's instead. and if you haven't had their fried mac and cheese, i suggest you do so post haste. it is a delight. also, the cheesy bacon cheeseburger, with this heart-attack inducing chunk of fried provolone on top? delish.
so anywas, last friday we went to chili's. and the woman who was there in front of us (who also cut me off and stole my parking space) was "reserving" an eating area for her and her 10 friends. this woman was wearing a black and hot pink tennis outfit. yes. i know.
so naturally, since there were two of us and a million of here, who weren't even there yet, kevin and i got seated first. and we actually had out steaks on our table by the time the remainder of this woman's black and hot pink tennis outfit garbed companions showed up. with extras...two of them brought their 2 children (making a total fo 4 children...ew) and one brought her husband. so it ended up being a party of like a billion. anyways. the considerate host, who hasn't realized that we go there like every friday and spend a fair amount of money for only 2 people, decided that our oddly arranged booth area would be just PERFECT for this gang of rich tennis bitches. and while they were all loudly gathered around us trying to decide where everyone was going to sit, this one bitch actually said, and i quote: "maybe we can get them to move." and by "them" she meant kevin and i. and now...okay. i'm not a mean person. but FUCK THESE BITCHES. maybe we can "get" them to move. not "ask politely" but "get." who the fuck does this cunt rag think she is? i had the A-1 on my steak. why the fuck should i move cuz some dumb club of rich tennis whores couldn't plan ahead? i was outraged. needless to say, we didn't move, nor did they ask us. two nearby tables recently emptied, so they were moved together to accomodate this obnoxious group of bitches who clearly "deserved" to be treated better than us. but also, they shared our waitress. who we never saw again. i didn't get the box i requested to bring the rest of my steak and nachos home in. in fact, our appetizers and meals were brought by different women, neither of whom were our waitress. as she was very busy with her important rich bitch tennis group.
fuckers.
the children, i might add, were incredibly well behaved. the adults, on the other hand - loud, obnoxious, demanding, rude fucking CUNTS.
as much as i hate being poor white trash, if that is what money does to people, then fuck it, i'll stay poor white trash. cuz that was just absurd. it's been a week, and i am STILL fuming over these cunts and their self-reightous attitudes. like who the fuck are you bitches to think i should move so you can sit together? who the fuck are you to think your time is more important than mine? also, when any group of people literally cheers over the arrival of their corona and lime? they are automatically fucking useless. especially if 2 of them are dragging their fucking children along. okay, i've been known to head to the bar and imbibe then drive myself home. and i know i shouldn't. and i know i'm putting others in danger. but at least i'm not knowingly putting my own stuck up children in danger. AT LUNCH no less. who the fuck drinks at lunch?
oh that's right. stuck up rich useless cunt faced tennis bitches. in matching outfits.
fuckers.
in other news, i rented this movie tonight, and i enjoyed it. maybe it's the beer and the head cold talking, but it was seriously hilarious. providing you don't take it seriously for a second. it also reinforced my undying love for dominique swain. she totally tops my list of girls i'd go gay for.