I'll be damned if a bitca with a C-sectioned and stretch-marked gut hanging down to her knees from underneath her dirty wifebeater has the audacity to call me FAT just because I got two crabby biscuits from the Chinese buffet! That cattywampus walrus had just dumped a whole tray of mini-cakes on her plate, and I'm apparently the fat seacow because I got two biscuits. Screw yourself to the rafters where-ever you are!!!1! I hope you get indigestion while I enjoy my tasty crabby biscuits. XD

From: [identity profile] ceallaigh-hk.livejournal.com


Fender, this is a response I picked up from another friend:

I'm fat??? Are you sure? I swear, I went to bed weighing 108 pounds. What the fuck happened last night??????

From: [identity profile] sockmonkeyhere.livejournal.com


*boggles* Did she know you? I'm trying to imagine a perfect stranger -- or, well, anyone, but especially a perfect stranger -- saying that to someone else in the buffet line that they've never met before. How rude and bizarre! The only comeback I can think of would be to stare at her like she's insane and say, "Excuse me?" (Although "I'm pregnant" might work, too, or "I have a terminal illness"...nah, with psychos like that, no comeback really works. I'd just complain about her to the management.)

From: [identity profile] fenderlove.livejournal.com


No, I have no idea who this woman was. I just stared at her and said, "You're the one who took the whole dessert bar." And she grunted at me that the two dozen mini-cakes that she just dumped on her plate were for her husband. I saw him, and I'll just say that man and wife must share the same stylist and personal trainer. *gags*
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