Don’t mess with me when I’m in a bad mood

Hi.

I just wanted to say what an absolute pleasure it’s been sitting on the adjoining table for the past hour and having been privvy to your conversations. I sure am glad to hear that you have spent the past years in Kabul working on a construction and living in luxury being serviced by oriental women. I’m especially glad about the high level of detail you have been explaining those encounters seeing that my chair was less than a metre away from yours.

Of course that’s nothing compared to your bosses wife that you, how did you put it, banged for a year until the slut left you. Gee, I do wonder why she would ever do such a thing. That’s provided it’s true in the first place and having also had the pleasure of listening to your ten minute phone conversation to that same boss, which by the way you really didn’t have to shout for as phones were invented to prevent that, it makes me think that it’s just something to brag in front of your mates.

Which brings me to winner number two. I will make sure to pass on to my grandad who happens to have been celebrating his birthday here today that you think he is an old fag, unworthy of living and should just stay at home. Whatever made me think we should respect our elders. Perhaps you would like to follow him outside and push him on the street so he doesn’t drain the country’s money any more after having spent 49 years earning his pension?

On to contestant number three. I have lost count of the amount of ‘bitches’ that have kids from you and I hope the kids don’t take up your looks, lack of braincells or, well, make that anything. And no matter what you think I am very sure you’re not God’s gift to women and these women would much rather see you pay child support than being honoured by your presence. I am curious though, do you know they have kids from you as they could have just felt sick and been throwing up because they were reminded of the night before? Just a thought, you know..

It’s interesting how many people in Germany speak English, isn’t it?

This was yesterday at the restaurant I was at with my grandparents having lunch and I went back after we had left claiming I’d forgotten something so that my grandparents didn’t hear me talking to them, even though they don’t speak Germany.

The guys were all German, maybe 30-40 years old [I’m really bad at guessing someone’s age and suprisingly they didn’t stop me on the way out and I hope I will never have to see them again. Fucking pricks. I have nothing for contempt for people like that.

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