November 05, 2007

teh loan an leval sands...

wlaked inta teh gap taday an this chick was all like 'can we hlpe u?' an i was like 'yeah i needa shako. size nine.'

so she got all 'huh?' in my face an whatnot. the managar didn get it eithher. they wouldn let me talk tothe investars wihch struck me as abit supsiciuos. infact they gota real furtave look when i mentoined waran bufet.

so i yeled at teh manananger 'who do u thnikk u are?' an he saiid 'im the uhhh... mananagr?' so i got real loud an told im ta think hardar and he loked like he was gonna pop me in teh snoot but i began to get a eeerie sense the convasration wasnt goin anywhaere so i left.

nex time ill barf on em. goptta take a firm line with poeople.


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Sweet Jesus, man, a size nine!? Please don't take this unkindly, but your head is absolutely enormous. I finally see why you elicit these odd responses from store clerks and such.
How did the clerk smell?
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