March 03, 2005

mindless chatter

texting's bandied about between moi [TLB] and the canuck ex-gaffer [CeG] a few days ago, whose local chinky bird of a wifey is also a bit of a *wanker:

CeG: were you on the radio this morning?
TLB: no
CeG: really?
TLB: wot dya mean?
CeG: thought it was you
TLB [who at this point was already quite annoyed]: could you please explain wots this radio lark all about?
CeG: a call-in thing that listeners can give their 2 cents' worth. sure it's not you?
TLB [gritting her canines]: why should i fib? so i presume there's some local bird out there who sounds like me then?
CeG: her accent, enunciation and cadence is so alike that's why i was sure it's you
TLB [not again, you twat]: everybody seems to sound like me these days. pray tell, which accent?

silence from CeG's end. time-wasting twat.


* she's the sort who is easily envious of other females who's presumed financially better-off than she. or anyone above her working-class station. also, she will not hesitate to switch to sarcasm mode - or sharpen her claws - just to get on her rivals' nerves. yep, she thought she had me completely pissed but i reminded her of her lowest-of-the-lowly position in life in time. she was lucky that there was no other damage done apart from her ego.

and now, it seems that CeG has been pretty much influenced by that cunt that i wasn't surprised to hear him wanting and expecting freebies to just anything. they are indeed made for each other after all. perhaps he should return to the land they called the great white north to re-orientate his bearings.

no matter, it's a crime against humanity to allow such LCD's to get this far in life, innit?

as enscribed by the letter b @ March 3, 2005 09:02 AM
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