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So, on my infrequent Saturdays I like to sleep late and maybe crank one out then watch TV. What I don't like to do is answer the phone and talk to some asshole from MCI. My conversation this morning:
MCI Prick: Hi, Mr. (Girlfriend's last name)? Rev: Um, no. MCI Prick: Are you the man of the house? Me: I guess so... MCI Prick: This is Jason from MCI, I'd like to talk to you about.. Me: I'm sure you would. MCI Prick: I'm sorry? Me: You should be. MCI Prick:I don't understand. Me: Listen, how much money does your company spend on advertising? Don't you think I've seen some of it? Don't you think that if I wanted to talk to you I could call the 800 number your repeated ads have burned into my subconscience? Don't you think I might have more important things to do than listen to your pitch? MCI Prick: What's more important than saving money? Me: Well, how about jacking off, which is what I was doing when you called? MCI Prick: Oh, um, sorry to disturb you. Have a nice day. Me: Wait, I have a question! MCI Prick: Yes? ME: What are you wearing? *CLICK*
Damn it! - 2004-10-12
What's that fucking kitten doing now? - Wrecking that sad houseplant What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? - her own tumors, in a nice vodka cream sauceHow do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel - hungry
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