My delusional, psycho ex called the other day, and I, obviously, didn't answer because I'd seriously rather eat rat droppings off the floor of a public restroom than listen to him whine and cry about his failed three-month "relationship" with the turbo-whore.
So I, in response, utilized my favorite passive-aggressive deflection device: the angry text message. I believe "fuck off" concisely and eloquently conveys my true feelings regarding the entire sordid situation.
The Boy Wonder texts back, "I'm so confused. I don't understand," which begs the question: What part of "fuck off" don't you understand? I've always found the phrase rather self-explanatory. But, then again, we are dealing with someone who also doesn't understand that falling for an emotionally-unavailable skank with a boyfriend and the great pox is kind of a bad idea.
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I knew I was going to love this blog entry before I even read it. The title is perfect. And then reading the actual entry made me laugh out loud. Thanks for the funny (for me, I suppose, not so much for you) start to my day!
Oh, don't worry . . . it's funny to me too. I find people who permanently have their heads stuck up their asses hysterical!
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