Kiss My Ass

I’m trying my best to carefully choose the words I’m going to use right now. Furious is an understatement. I intended not to blog in the past few days because I was trying to live my life away from the chaotic and tiring predicaments I’ve been challenged with lately. Funny how mess finds its way to me. Funny how ironic other people can get.

Are you trying to rule the world? You’d all make exceptional examples of powermonger politicians – the kind that the people shouldn’t vote for.

You see, one of you reading this will squeal to anyone who is interested to know what I’m ranting about lately.

Is exaggerating and making-up bad stories about other people so orgasmic that people like you can’t stop it? You should try a career in creative writing. You’re imaginations are so wild. You’d make terrific creative writers. Or you could beat Kirs Aquino or Boy Abunda by being natural gossips/storytellers that you are.

One more bite a little closer to the bone, then I’m gonna bite your head off. This time no hesitation. One more story. One more lie. One move.

You people keep on kissing asses. Too bad, kissing asses is your prime purpose in this lifetime. Keep on bugging me. I’ll make you lick my ass so good that you would want to kiss-ass no more.

~ by 32flavors on March 28, 2007.