You talk too much and too loud. Much too much and much too loud. The mere sound of your grating voice rattled me. And just when I thought that you could not possibly get any more annoying, you started imitating your alarm clock. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Thanks for that.
I had hoped that the wine would succeed where your medication failed. I had hoped that it would calm you down and shut you up. But, when you started talking about the Coors Light/Maxim party you recently attended, I knew it would just make things worse. Experience has taught me what alcohol does to a girl like you. It makes you shriek like a wounded monkey. I have no idea why.
Thank God you left after an hour and a half. It felt like forty years.
Sincerely,
Your Bartender
P.S – I would have posted a funny pic of a blonde but we all know what happens if you google blonde.
2 comments
sdit
February 27, 2006 at 10:32 pm (UTC -5)
“…we all know what happens if you google blonde.”
Didn’t think blondes knew what computers were, let alone be able to google ;D
Grumpy Owl
February 28, 2006 at 4:37 am (UTC -5)
Of course they know what computers are. The bulk of their income comes from posing on them.