After several days of feeling so far under I was practically waltzing across a ballroom on the Titanic, I feel oddly okay today. If I were committed, they would probably call it the manic state, but since I am still free for the time being, I’ll just dub it hopeful optimism. 

So, first read this, and then read what else was said later that day, along with my snappy comeback, below. It always sucks that I can’t be this quick or witty when I am actually standing face to face with someone. I only seem to be able to say something of value when it is someone else who has stood face to face with stupidity and they tell me about it at a later date. 

The conversation overheard by Shawna (and I include this with much gratitude for my luck at having the privilege of being with a person who realizes that this is a conversation worthy of public acknowledgement and ridicule, and who will also willingly admit that she got her formatting from years of being forced to read my screenplays): 

Read the conversationà  HERE 

Then, later, this same boob-greasing bimbo, had a short exchange with her clearly equally gifted husband, who also works there. 

Boob-greasing bimbo: Are you coming?

Equally gifted husband: Not yet. 

What should have been Shawna’s response according to me:  And you never will be once I slam your dick in a drawer. 

Now, this response cannot be altered in anyway. It can’t be buffered at the beginning, and it can’t be said without the crude terminology. It needs to retain both the candor and the shock factor in order to get the point across that you do in fact find him to be a complete and utter moron, and you honestly believe he should be fixed in order to prevent him from littering the future with moron spawn.