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Aug. 18th, 2005 08:13 amI was sitting in a cafe and getting increasingly annoyed watching an older lady hold court among her group of socialite friends. When she gave the waitress shit and didn't tip, I could take no more, so when she looked my way, I flipped her a beautifully heartfelt bird. Mortifed, she squawked at her friends for a good minute and a half before sending some aged golfer type to come over and molest me.
I ripped the man's WIG off.
I ended up retaining a lawyer, whom I ended up calling a douchebag after he interrupted a meeting between me and my therapist in the food court.
I ripped the man's WIG off.
I ended up retaining a lawyer, whom I ended up calling a douchebag after he interrupted a meeting between me and my therapist in the food court.
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Date: 2005-08-18 11:06 pm (UTC)I ripped the man's WIG off."
I think I inspired this when wrote in a journal entry, "One day I am going to slap the toupee off his scrawny little head." The, er, gentleman, is an aged golfer type, but, well, that's just coincidence.
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