VC Adventures of the Super-Harlots Club – Installment 3
Her Cuntness:Â Thank you again Beeetriffff for coming with mai to pick the holidays giftz (it’s 9 in the morning…why is she slurring?! Cheerios and Bloody Marys?)
Beatrix Kiddo: No problem (actually big fucking problem for me, seeing as I despise you)
HC: Argh. Somesingsup. Why won’t the car start? Loservious is ganna kill mai…oh my god…
BK: The battery might be dead. We can
HC: Oh I know! Let’s call AAA. They’ll knouuu what to do. I don’t want to break any nailz (can I possibly be in the same car with Daffy Duck?)
BK: Let me see what’s wrong first, can you open the hood really quick?
HC: Oh no, that’s gonna void the warranty (WTF?!, is this the kind of shit they teach at Sacred Heart of Whereverstein?)
BK: Trust me, it’s not. Just pop it open, will you?
And just as I was eargerly awaiting in front of the car, I heard the trunk pop open.
It’s a fact, unilaterally just established by me, that most rich people didn’t get so by exploiting the capability of their noggins.
From Her Cuntness’ Math Test