Yes you. I'm talking to you, fat-asshole-who-tries-too-hard-to-befriend-the-"Genius"-at-the-Apple-store. You're a fucking loser dick. You really think this pimply-faced kid gives a shit about your family? Really? You do? You think he- and everyone else within earshot- really care about your kid's baseball team? You are pathetic. And you're not nearly as bright as you claim to be. Your attempts to outsmart the Apple store Genius with tales of how you attempted to fix your computer are laughable. If you were so "smaht (note the Boston accent) with computers" as you claimed - in a comically loud voice by the way-, then why are you bringing your computer in to be fixed? "Oh I figured I could partition (PAH-tition) the haad-drive and then it would work." Didn't you notice when you said that, the poor Genius kid answered you with an "I hear that" that was so unbelievably empty of meaning that even the thickest-skulled primate would figure this kid no longer wants to communicate on any level? That he simply want to get his job done and then move on, far, far away from you? No, of course you didn't. Because you are dumb and because you think you are the most special, amazing person in the world. Everyone is so fascinated by your amazing life. Oh please regale us with more tales of your son's little league team and how your wife chuckles at 'ya when tell her the kid's gonna be like Nomar. Oh how witty! How adorable! What an un-supportive cunt, actually. You and her should kill yourselves. I know the "Genius" is thinking that. And oh what do I have to say about those "Geniuses?" Well, I'll reserve that bile for another day.
In conclusion, fuck you, fatso. My appointment at the Apple store was 25 minutes late because of you. I hate you. And your (most likely) fat wife and fat, gay kid.
No, I'm stable.
2 comments:
Whatever, fatty.
Des Wimmerns Bumsen awesomely scathing. Das fettes Arschloch. Und
Bumsen das Kerl, der mit dem Genie am Apfelspeicher sich unterhält Fatty McFatFace! Auf wiedersehn, dumbkoff!
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