I've been able to figure out the schedule for the tow truck people. Apparently, they only come out once a week, usually late Thursday night/early Friday mornings. So here's the plan:
I have until Thursday to figure out which car belongs to Terry which means that until then, I'll be stalking her. Well stalking sounds a little over the top so lets say, I'll be monitoring her.
I know she works from 9AM - 5PM and I know which building and office is hers. I'm not exactly sure which house she lives in, but I do which street she's on and it's not a very long street so she shouldn't be too hard to find. Not to mention that I do know her last name and I'm pretty sure I can find out the exact house number if I look her up in the white pages, unless shes unlisted, which I seriously doubt.
Anyways, once I have that information, I'm gonna do a stake out for the tow truck, which I'm sure will be coming back to tow my car yet again, sometime this week.
I usually consider tow truck people to be evil. Just barely a step above the people who work for DMV, and as we all know, the people who work for the DMV are all working for Satan, so you understand my feeling about tow truck drivers. I don't really care for them at all.
But anyways, back to the plan.
I'll be waiting for Mr. Tow Truck Driver on Thursday night and when he gets there, I'll be there sitting outside on my car. He's not gonna get the chance to tow me because once I'm in the car with the key in the ignition, he's fucked anyways. However, I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.
I'll pay him $50 to tow Terry's car. No? Then how about $100.
That's right. I'm gonna bribe the Tow Truck driver to tow Super Bitch Terry's car.
Sound absurd? You'd be surprised to find out what Tow Truck drivers, or anyone really, do when the price is right.
Sound evil? Yeah, I know.
Sometimes you just gotta fight fire with fire. Let's see how that bitch likes it.
Showing posts with label revenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revenge. Show all posts
Monday, July 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Fuck That Bitch
Still coming down from my high from having such a fucking, fantastic weekend, and early morning sex, I get to work and notice a letter addressed to me.
To summarize it, it basically said that my hours were being cut as was my pay rate, and that I was to start clocking in every morning, personal phone calls where to be non existent unless it was an emergency, and a bunch of other irrelevant bullshit.
For those of you who don't know, I work with The Boyfriend's mother. She's not a bad person to work for, at all. Always very considerate of all of her employees, some people might she that's she too nice. I don't take advantage of her kindness because she tends to work herself to exhaustion.
The Boyfriend's sister, Evil Slut Whore, also works with me. Obviously, you can guess by the nickname that me and her don't really get along. You can read more about her dumb ass in this old blog I had posted back in September 2007: On The Verge...
When I had started working for The Boyfriend's mother, it was because the Evil Slut Whore had quit... again.
She tends to have these little temper tantrums with her mom, over the family business, and so she quits off and on all the time.
After her last tantrum, I took her place working in the office and to be honest, I really have tried hard to do my best and do an even better job then Evil Slut Whore because I wanted to prove to The Boyfriend's mom that I was not only more capable but also more reliable for the job.
Well, of course after working for 3 months, Evil Slut Whore wanted her job back and I really believed for a second that I was going to loose my place just because she was the bosses daughter. However, much to my surprise, that's not what happened at all.
Evil Slut Whore was hired back as a driver, which naturally pissed her the fuck off. But of course, her being the way she is, she started trying to act like she was the boss over me, which of course, wasn't gonna happen.
I much rather tell her to go fuck herself then do anything that she asks me to do, which is usually how it plays out anyways.
I humor her from time to time to make it seem like it's all good and then there are days when I straight carry it.
Of course, when I first got to office and read the letter, I was fucking fuming. But I called The Boyfriend's mother and asked her what exactly was going on and why had they written me this letter instead of having the decency to personally address these issues with me.
She informed me that she knew absolutely nothing about the letter, and that it was the Evil Slut Whore who would be paid hourly and had a day cut because she choose to have an extra day off. I was assured that my pay was not being cut and that if I wanted a day off that she could accommodate me, but she was not cutting back on my hours or pay rate.
Of course, after that I figured the whole personal phone call issues was probably brought up cause her ass was jealous hearing me talk about my birthday plans and talking about golden showers with my cousin. Her ass don't have any friends so personal phone calls just don't seem to be much of an issue for her. Don't no one call her but her husband cause everyone else can't stand that bitch.
Man was that a relief to hear, cause I know that by no means, am I a fuck up like that bitch.
Evil Slut Whore called several hours later with some bullshit about God-Knows-What, and I made no mention of the letter, or my conversation with her mother. She's probably smirking right now thinking she got me, but little does she know who got who.
Fucking dumb ass. And with that I say, FUCK THAT BITCH!
Come on now, bitch. I know you didn't think it was really gonna be that easy, did you?
To summarize it, it basically said that my hours were being cut as was my pay rate, and that I was to start clocking in every morning, personal phone calls where to be non existent unless it was an emergency, and a bunch of other irrelevant bullshit.
For those of you who don't know, I work with The Boyfriend's mother. She's not a bad person to work for, at all. Always very considerate of all of her employees, some people might she that's she too nice. I don't take advantage of her kindness because she tends to work herself to exhaustion.
The Boyfriend's sister, Evil Slut Whore, also works with me. Obviously, you can guess by the nickname that me and her don't really get along. You can read more about her dumb ass in this old blog I had posted back in September 2007: On The Verge...
When I had started working for The Boyfriend's mother, it was because the Evil Slut Whore had quit... again.
She tends to have these little temper tantrums with her mom, over the family business, and so she quits off and on all the time.
After her last tantrum, I took her place working in the office and to be honest, I really have tried hard to do my best and do an even better job then Evil Slut Whore because I wanted to prove to The Boyfriend's mom that I was not only more capable but also more reliable for the job.
Well, of course after working for 3 months, Evil Slut Whore wanted her job back and I really believed for a second that I was going to loose my place just because she was the bosses daughter. However, much to my surprise, that's not what happened at all.
Evil Slut Whore was hired back as a driver, which naturally pissed her the fuck off. But of course, her being the way she is, she started trying to act like she was the boss over me, which of course, wasn't gonna happen.
I much rather tell her to go fuck herself then do anything that she asks me to do, which is usually how it plays out anyways.
I humor her from time to time to make it seem like it's all good and then there are days when I straight carry it.
Of course, when I first got to office and read the letter, I was fucking fuming. But I called The Boyfriend's mother and asked her what exactly was going on and why had they written me this letter instead of having the decency to personally address these issues with me.
She informed me that she knew absolutely nothing about the letter, and that it was the Evil Slut Whore who would be paid hourly and had a day cut because she choose to have an extra day off. I was assured that my pay was not being cut and that if I wanted a day off that she could accommodate me, but she was not cutting back on my hours or pay rate.
Of course, after that I figured the whole personal phone call issues was probably brought up cause her ass was jealous hearing me talk about my birthday plans and talking about golden showers with my cousin. Her ass don't have any friends so personal phone calls just don't seem to be much of an issue for her. Don't no one call her but her husband cause everyone else can't stand that bitch.
Man was that a relief to hear, cause I know that by no means, am I a fuck up like that bitch.
Evil Slut Whore called several hours later with some bullshit about God-Knows-What, and I made no mention of the letter, or my conversation with her mother. She's probably smirking right now thinking she got me, but little does she know who got who.
Fucking dumb ass. And with that I say, FUCK THAT BITCH!
Come on now, bitch. I know you didn't think it was really gonna be that easy, did you?
Sunday, December 16, 2007
How Does Your Chicken Taste?
Once upon a time, there was a boyfriend who lied to his girlfriend about going to work. The girlfriend became enraged when she found out that he was actually at a McDonald’s with some whore (I’m not just calling the girl a whore. She really was).
I guess the dumbass thought that his girlfriend would never find out about his little white lie, but he must’ve forgotten the fact that he was a man, and men always get caught cause they ain’t all that bright.
The girlfriend’s first thought was to set the boyfriends house on fire, but then she quickly remembered that she lived there, too. So instead, she set out to find her lying ass boyfriend, with the intent of vandalizing his car. You know, key up the car, slash the tires, break in the windows, all the fun stuff.
Well, as it turned out, finding him would be harder then she had originally thought. He must’ve heard the messages on his voicemail that she had left him warning him that once she got a hold of his scrawny little neck, she was going to snap it in half like a wishbone. Or maybe it was the message she left about cutting off his penis, frying it, and then feeding it to the dog to ensure that he would not be able to have it reattached like John Bobbitt, had him running scared.
Even though the girlfriend knew that the boyfriend had only picked up this escort to deliver her to a john to make some extra cash, it still enraged her because he had lied about what he was doing and she had had to find out on her own. How did she find out? Well, everyone knows that us woman have our ways of finding out the truth, no matter what the truth maybe.
The angry girlfriend needed revenge, so she decided that when the boyfriend got home, she would act normal. As if nothing had happened. She cooked the boyfriend dinner and waited patiently for him to come home.
The boyfriend was quite surprised to see that his angry girlfriend had calm down significantly. He was scared at first, but then became more relaxed and sat down to eat his meal, which consisted of chicken and pasta.
As he ate the chicken, he realized that there was a somewhat bitter taste to it, but was unable to pinpoint the taste. As he finished his chicken, the girlfriend started clearing the table and as she walked towards to the kitchen she turned back and said, “You seemed like you really enjoyed your chicken marinated in my urine”.
The look on the boyfriends face and the fact that he had eaten chicken marinated in piss was all the revenge the angry girlfriend needed.
*The moral of the story here is don't lie to your girlfriend/wife, whatever. We will always find out the truth and we will always get revenge. Men, this is why you shouldn't be so stupid.
I feel a Mastercard commercial coming:
1 lb of boneless chicken breast... $2.79
1 box of pasta... $.89
1 can of alfredo sause...$1.89
2 ounces of urine... free
The price on your boyfriends face when you tell him that his chicken has been marinated in urine... Priceless
HAHAHAHA
I guess the dumbass thought that his girlfriend would never find out about his little white lie, but he must’ve forgotten the fact that he was a man, and men always get caught cause they ain’t all that bright.
The girlfriend’s first thought was to set the boyfriends house on fire, but then she quickly remembered that she lived there, too. So instead, she set out to find her lying ass boyfriend, with the intent of vandalizing his car. You know, key up the car, slash the tires, break in the windows, all the fun stuff.
Well, as it turned out, finding him would be harder then she had originally thought. He must’ve heard the messages on his voicemail that she had left him warning him that once she got a hold of his scrawny little neck, she was going to snap it in half like a wishbone. Or maybe it was the message she left about cutting off his penis, frying it, and then feeding it to the dog to ensure that he would not be able to have it reattached like John Bobbitt, had him running scared.
Even though the girlfriend knew that the boyfriend had only picked up this escort to deliver her to a john to make some extra cash, it still enraged her because he had lied about what he was doing and she had had to find out on her own. How did she find out? Well, everyone knows that us woman have our ways of finding out the truth, no matter what the truth maybe.
The angry girlfriend needed revenge, so she decided that when the boyfriend got home, she would act normal. As if nothing had happened. She cooked the boyfriend dinner and waited patiently for him to come home.
The boyfriend was quite surprised to see that his angry girlfriend had calm down significantly. He was scared at first, but then became more relaxed and sat down to eat his meal, which consisted of chicken and pasta.
As he ate the chicken, he realized that there was a somewhat bitter taste to it, but was unable to pinpoint the taste. As he finished his chicken, the girlfriend started clearing the table and as she walked towards to the kitchen she turned back and said, “You seemed like you really enjoyed your chicken marinated in my urine”.
The look on the boyfriends face and the fact that he had eaten chicken marinated in piss was all the revenge the angry girlfriend needed.
*The moral of the story here is don't lie to your girlfriend/wife, whatever. We will always find out the truth and we will always get revenge. Men, this is why you shouldn't be so stupid.
I feel a Mastercard commercial coming:
1 lb of boneless chicken breast... $2.79
1 box of pasta... $.89
1 can of alfredo sause...$1.89
2 ounces of urine... free
The price on your boyfriends face when you tell him that his chicken has been marinated in urine... Priceless
HAHAHAHA
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