A rather curious chain of events...
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So there I found myself at 4.30am on Saturday, having become so deliciously inebriated over a period of roughly 12 hours that: a) I wasn't even slightly embarrassed at 'doing the funky chicken' in the middle of a reasonably hip nightclub; b) I was convinced that the manageress of the same club fancied me, although she was probably just being pleasant as the dollar signs from our table ran amok across our tab; and c) the Finding Nemo hat I had so adamantly shied away from when my friends bought it from a charity seller had all of a sudden acquired the kind of near-mythical fashion status usually reserved for designers with Italian names (Finding Nero...?)...
Where was I? Ah, yes - 4.30am, drunk - as I was saying... there I found myself sprawled the wrong way around on my bed in a state of half-undress, trying in vain to remove from my sheets bits of cheap popcorn I had bought from the 7-11 on my way home, whilst repeatedly shouting "FUCK OFF" down the 'phone to... how shall I word this? An 'acquaintance'. One with connections that could cause me to lose my job should I offend her...
Skip forward about 36 hours or so and my 'phone growls at me. That's what it does now, ever since the toilet bowl incident. Strange, annoying as it was at least that Nokia ringtone didn't unsettle me as much... but I digress again. Lo! And Behold! A text message from 'the abused' of a day and a half earlier... containing some rather strange and unfamiliar words! And no, they were not all four letters! It read as follows...
"There is a saying that goes 'you get what you ask for' or something like that. And I guess I deserve it"
My gob was so smacked I thought I was going to need to invest in a set of false teeth... How the fuck did I get away with that one? If I'd known I was going to be that lucky I would have hit the casino instead of the club!
Cheers m'dears!
Update - Barely ten minutes after posting this and into my office strides the above-mentioned focus of my vulgarities... with a very nice card telling me I am "a great person with a gr8 [sic] heart" and signed "your pain in the neck". Is this for real or is it just all part of some devious evil scheme?
Labels: Cunts, Drunken behaviour, School, Weird shit
posted by Binty McShae @ 4:35 PM
11 Comments:
She obviously fancies the pants off you, Binty. A budding romance, maybe?
You're in there mate, no doubt.
Yep, what they said. Is she totty?
DANGER DANGER DANGER! have you ever heard the term "too good to be true?" yeah...scheme...devious...get a mirror so you can keep an eye over that shoulder.
other point, though: it was 4:30 am? she was most likely pissed as well and being awfully rude as well. maybe?
setting you up for a fall. i agree with Ivar.. (we share the same type of twisted sense of humor.)
"i don't get mad, i get even."
watch out for the knife that is undoubtably aimed at your back.
Shebah, Kim, FMC - no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOOOO!!!!!! For a huge multitude of reasons....
Ivar, Sarah - I don't think she was being rude to me... in fact, I don't think she got a word in edgeways! But I agree - Danger! I'll be looking over my shoulder for a while, anyway...
It sounds as though she was reading out something she just found in a fortune cookie. You know, like man with erection who walk sideways through narrow doorway going to Bangkok.
just all part of some devious evil scheme
What else could it possibly be?
It is a scheme, no doubt. It is devious. It is *not* evil, but it it definitely, strongly against *you*, because *you* are a *cunt* who deserves it .
Ooo-errr missus!
What's all them asterisks about, though?
Aw, I hate these anonymous comments - how can I know who's got a grudge against you if they won't leave some kind of identity? do they have no idea how blogging works?
We come here day after day, reading and finding out about you and your life - your highs, your lows and your death threats. We have these images in our heads about what you look like and the characters you mix with, even though we know that they will look nothing like them in real life. We want the drama, the soap opera, the interactin of the characters. When someone posts anonymously they're just cheating.
How can you possibly take seriously an insult from someone who refuses to give their name?
Binty - I think you should have this strip permanently posted on your sidebar or something.
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