High Heat and Humidity Make Ms. Cluegun EXTRA Bitchy!
I am already at an all time bitchy high due to this heat wave and humidity, which causes my hair to have more split ends than Paris Hilton has in prison!
Yet the nitwits continue to get in my way. I go into CVS thinking I can pick up a few things and get out fast when I realize that there's a line. There is only one cashier there and she's tied up because some psycho bitch is complaining that she got overcharged on some shampoo.
This crazy customers starts calling her names, and this poor cashier looks like she's about to cry. Sudenly, the Towanda in me comes out and I walk up to this woman and tell her that people like her should be shipped to Guantanamo Bay.
She turns and verbally attacks me, but I silence her when I threaten to cram my 4-inch stilettos down her throat. (To add to my threat, I slip off my beautiful red pump and hold it up to her face.)
She of course says she'll call the police, and I say, "Go ahead, I've fucked them all so they will side with me no matter what you tell them!"
So she calls me whore, and I say "At least I get it when I want it, unlike you!" She leaves, and the cashier stares at me red in the face. When the woman is gone, she loses it.
"Can you tell I'm on the rag today?" I ask.
She rings me up, and then I am approached by two guys who want my phone number. I politely turn them down and get the hell out of there before I ruin my expensive suit that I paid too much for at Neiman Marcus.
Yet the nitwits continue to get in my way. I go into CVS thinking I can pick up a few things and get out fast when I realize that there's a line. There is only one cashier there and she's tied up because some psycho bitch is complaining that she got overcharged on some shampoo.
This crazy customers starts calling her names, and this poor cashier looks like she's about to cry. Sudenly, the Towanda in me comes out and I walk up to this woman and tell her that people like her should be shipped to Guantanamo Bay.
She turns and verbally attacks me, but I silence her when I threaten to cram my 4-inch stilettos down her throat. (To add to my threat, I slip off my beautiful red pump and hold it up to her face.)
She of course says she'll call the police, and I say, "Go ahead, I've fucked them all so they will side with me no matter what you tell them!"
So she calls me whore, and I say "At least I get it when I want it, unlike you!" She leaves, and the cashier stares at me red in the face. When the woman is gone, she loses it.
"Can you tell I'm on the rag today?" I ask.
She rings me up, and then I am approached by two guys who want my phone number. I politely turn them down and get the hell out of there before I ruin my expensive suit that I paid too much for at Neiman Marcus.