A reading from the book of What The Hell Is Wrong With You?
Dear DickHead (literally):
It has been quite a while since I've had to sit next to Mr. Big Balls
as I thankfully don't have to ride the shuttle anymore. However, I do still have to take the bus and this morning I met you, Mr. Big Balls' cousin, Mr. Massive Balls. As unpleasant as it was for me shoved up against the window, I can only imagine the discomfort the gargantuan package you must have causes you. Perhaps I should have apologized for taking up a quarter of the seat I first occupied completely before you sat down. I mean, it was obvious you needed to spread your legs wider than the situation was allowing you. Poor guy. Maybe next time the bus won't be so full and you can sit with relative ease on two seats, one for your puny ass and one for your enormous ego. I'll cross my fingers.
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