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So I had to close tonight with Knuckles the Brat and Mongo. Mongo is this guy we hired who is very friendly, but dumb... and annoying as shit. He keeps asking how my day is going. Like he needs hourly updates. And all night he talked about himself in the third person: "Mongo must buy this on payday. Mongo likes!" This gets old QUICK.
He is also extremely stupid and, unlike some stupid people, he doesn't know it. He thinks he knows everything and will tell you all about the telltale signs of inbreeding or the budget deficit. His theory on the deficit is "it's stupid. People got to realize they owe all this money to themselves. We should just wipe it away." Um, then who pays the contractors for the helicopters? Who pays their workforce? Who pays their suppliers? He said "Do you know how much it costs for one spaceship(?)in this country? 246 Billion dollars! We can give a billion dollars to every man, woman, and child in America!" I was stunned at the bizzare math and the news that we build spaceships, so I couldn't respond. Knuckles, God bless her, said with a straight face "But what about the Siamese Twins? Would they get one billion or two?" I almost died keeping my laughs in. That bitch tried to kill me. Brat.
Damn it! - 2004-10-12
What's that fucking kitten doing now? - Attacking the Tylenol bottle What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? - Twat RoastHow do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel - Shitty. real shitty.
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