03-18-2006, 11:08 AM
Well.... Here was the big day.....
"No me clean" had gone way to far that one Friday and I was completely sick of it.... I began to plan how I would leave and many fantasies of killing him or dumping massive amounts of dirt came into my head. The plots began to stockpile in the back of my head and I was waiting for my moment to pick out what the hell I was going to do.... Moon the boss with my Caucasian white Crescent, flip her two birdies, call the health inspector, tell the FUCK OFF YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!!
SENORA,NO ME GUSTA TUYO PORQUE TU ERE UN BENDEJO y UNa SUCIA MARICONA....!!!!!!! (Really angry so excuse the bad Spanish spelling.)
More things began to float towards me since the last situation and he brought it up to the next level by telling an employee in Spanish that, "Why are you helping this asshole" (roughly translated) HE DOESN"T EVEN KNOW I SPEAK SPANISH..... I am an asshole because I like telling the people, and co-workers the truth because I am very blunt, I am an asshole. (I really needed a machine gun there tapping his temple and ask him to repeat that shit again..... Need a firearm......)
That brought me to the breaking point where I really believed that the next time my eyes gazed into his desolate and decaying eyes that I would take the scissors in my back pocket and have the last image in his mind be of pain and my face...... Remembering it forever......
(Cool down lonelygabu..... breathes......there you go....)
I can't believe that my opportunity was just two weeks away and my heart began to race once more (thinking of a emotional roller coaster ride that could take Elsa and "No me Bastard!" (His name changes from time to time, it
"No me clean" had gone way to far that one Friday and I was completely sick of it.... I began to plan how I would leave and many fantasies of killing him or dumping massive amounts of dirt came into my head. The plots began to stockpile in the back of my head and I was waiting for my moment to pick out what the hell I was going to do.... Moon the boss with my Caucasian white Crescent, flip her two birdies, call the health inspector, tell the FUCK OFF YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!!
SENORA,NO ME GUSTA TUYO PORQUE TU ERE UN BENDEJO y UNa SUCIA MARICONA....!!!!!!! (Really angry so excuse the bad Spanish spelling.)More things began to float towards me since the last situation and he brought it up to the next level by telling an employee in Spanish that, "Why are you helping this asshole" (roughly translated) HE DOESN"T EVEN KNOW I SPEAK SPANISH..... I am an asshole because I like telling the people, and co-workers the truth because I am very blunt, I am an asshole. (I really needed a machine gun there tapping his temple and ask him to repeat that shit again..... Need a firearm......)
That brought me to the breaking point where I really believed that the next time my eyes gazed into his desolate and decaying eyes that I would take the scissors in my back pocket and have the last image in his mind be of pain and my face...... Remembering it forever......
(Cool down lonelygabu..... breathes......there you go....)
I can't believe that my opportunity was just two weeks away and my heart began to race once more (thinking of a emotional roller coaster ride that could take Elsa and "No me Bastard!" (His name changes from time to time, it
