by Vitriola » Wed Aug 27, 2003 12:08 am
Social Security Nazi:Told me I didn't have all the required documents to get another SS card, which upon hearing I psyched myself up into having what can only be called a
tizz. He looks at me, heaves sigh, rolls eyes, makes quick hand gesture, and
changes my name. Yes, 8 weeks later when I get my card, I find I have been renamed Anna. I had to go rent Clerks after that. Best. Revenge. Ever.
That Guy in Korn: Korn plays the rock dive in Syracuse, NY, and goes next door to the strip club afterwards. I and friends head over to get autographs, and while signing my paper, he sticks his hand down my pants. And he really gets down there, too. This isn't the singer, or Monkey, but some other guy. Not only did I not look like a stripper, but all the strippers there looked at me murderously for taking their famous customer. I'm too shocked to hit the guy, I end up walking away. I'm such a pussy.
Santa Claus: I hate that bitch. Never fucking gave me anything at all on my list, and always gave me sensible, plaid dresses when I wanted pink, frilly ones. I'm still waiting on my Barbie condo, biznatch. Is that a racing form I see there, jackass?
Al Gore: For inventing the internet. I submit to you I would probably be a hell of a lot better off if I'd never met most of the people I have encountered online.
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[b]Social Security Nazi[/b]:Told me I didn't have all the required documents to get another SS card, which upon hearing I psyched myself up into having what can only be called a [i]tizz[/i]. He looks at me, heaves sigh, rolls eyes, makes quick hand gesture, and [i]changes my name[/i]. Yes, 8 weeks later when I get my card, I find I have been renamed Anna. I had to go rent Clerks after that. Best. Revenge. Ever.
[img]http://www.screensavershot.com/music/korn.jpg[/img]
[b]That Guy in Korn[/b]: Korn plays the rock dive in Syracuse, NY, and goes next door to the strip club afterwards. I and friends head over to get autographs, and while signing my paper, he sticks his hand down my pants. And he really gets down there, too. This isn't the singer, or Monkey, but some other guy. Not only did I not look like a stripper, but all the strippers there looked at me murderously for taking their famous customer. I'm too shocked to hit the guy, I end up walking away. I'm such a pussy.
[img]http://www.lotus-tours.com/image/europe%5CSanta%20Claus.jpg[/img]
[b]Santa Claus[/b]: I hate that bitch. Never fucking gave me anything at all on my list, and always gave me sensible, plaid dresses when I wanted pink, frilly ones. I'm still waiting on my Barbie condo, biznatch. Is that a racing form I see there, jackass?
[img]http://wsp3.wspice.com/~bsawyer/imagemills/celeb/al%20gore.jpg[/img]
[b]Al Gore[/b]: For inventing the internet. I submit to you I would probably be a hell of a lot better off if I'd never met most of the people I have encountered online.