|Published January 09, 2009.|
|Dear Ms Blocked In|
|To the stunned retarded cunt who I supposedly blocked in at lunch time today at a well known south end eatery.|
First off I want to congratulate your fucking mindless inability to figure out how to leave a message on my cellphone. You called me 4, count em 4 times within 60 seconds without leaving a message.
You finally figured it out on the 5th try. Well done, that ought to be some kind of fucking record!
Hooked on Phonics just didn't seem to work for you growing up did it?
When you finally did end up leaving a message, you accused me of being in the bar getting pissed up on company time, and you were going to tell all of your friends not to use my company. Grow the fuck up and get your head out of your ass you ignorant fucking bitch. With an attitude like yours, you actually have friends? Amazing!
Besides, I purposely go out of my way to avoid doing work for retarded idiots like you. I just don't need the business that bad.
You said I have some nerve blocking "YOU" in. Well missy, just what the fuck makes you feel so fucking special in this world. I left plenty of room for people to get past me, it is not my problem you don't have a fucking clue how to drive.
To back track a minute, the reason I did not answer in the first place, is because I did not have a chance to, as I, unlike you, was taught manners when I was growing up. I had a mouth full of food on the go, and I was taught not to eat and talk at the same time.
Any NORMAL person in their "right mind", and not a raging fucking lunatic like you, would have had the courtesy to come in to the establishment in question, and kindly ask for the person to move. NOPE. Not you, that would have been too easy, you had to leave a 4 minute barrage of profanity on my message.
Therefor I felt totally justified leaving the message I did on your cell phone message when you did not answer. What goes around comes around you lazy, ignorant cow.
Now drop fucking dead, and stay the fuck out of my favorite hangout.