spoiled whore
Denseotus: Hey Beatrix, can you type up this document here, fax it to this number, and send me an e-mail when it’s done?
Beatrix Kiddo: Sure. I’ll have it ready in a jiffy (Oh, who am I kidding? My replies are never ever this civilized, not to Denseotus anyway; so it was more like “Whatever” – loud sigh)
…
E-mail to the inferior mammal form:
“Denseotus, Attached is your typed document. I already faxed it to the number you gave me. Both the document and the transmittal confirmation are on your desk.”
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D: Beaaatrixxx…wait, I don’t get it…did you do it?
BK: (Fuuuuuuck me, man, fuck me, every bloody fucking time I have to do the same hand holding. Jesus was I not clear when I said I didn’t want any children?) What don’t you get? (you stupid stupid stupid asshole)
D: Well, so you typed the letter…
BK: Yessssss (try as I might, I can’t stop myself)
D: And then you attached it to the e-mail…
BK: So far, so obvious (next up he’ll say “I see things with my eyes”)
D: And then you faxed it…(This guy was dropped on his head at birth…and many times thereafter)
BK: Is this leading to a question of some sort?
D: And then you stapled them together and here they are! (add on – “I also just discovered cold water!”)Â
BK: (TA-fucking-DA) So, did you actually need me for anything?
D: And you sent me an e-mail explaining this whole thing (add on – “but I’m so retarded that I need to read it together with someone lest I get confused”…this is the case for not combining all those sleeping pills with the Viagra and the hair growth lotion)
BK: Indeed, I did
D: Why?
BK: Why what?
D: Why did you send me an e-mail?
BK: Because you expressely asked me to
D: I did?
At this point I just turned around and left as it is evident that I’m losing my mind and talking to the wall. The voices in my head keep the conversation alive but it’s not real. It’s a wall!
Either that or he’s just an attention whore. Like Paris Hilton. Same difference.
