Heartless with a Vengance!
I have sent many weak dumb-fucked men to the
heartless bitch cemetary. They all eventually succumb to my superior bitch intelligence,
which is totally underestimated by the male species.
I don't just get mad, I get even with
my tortured, well-planned, vengeful-yet-subtle, and most rewarding tactics.
Once I shared a good laugh
with my fellow heartless bitch workers by carefully soaking the foam on a pair of
earphones in jet black printer toner that belonged to a repulsive,
incompetent, ass-licking, alien off-spring male that was causing tons of
extra work for us. He walked around for days with black ears protruding from
his disformed butt-ugly face. I continued to torture this reject from society
by putting liquid paper on his certs, glue stick on his chocolate bar, and
garbage every other day in his brief case. Sorry to say
IT still lives but he no longer works with me anymore.
(oh god, this feels so good to share!).
Another time, I caught an ex two-timing, over-enlarged penal gland, piece-of-yellow-pus
of a boyfriend in bed with my room-mate. I had left for the weekend
to go to a wedding out of town, and when I returned I found him in bed with my
girlfriend. Instead of getting mad, I inconspiciously put pink fiberglass insulation
in his pants and underwear. Well, he had the worst kind of jock itch for days and
thought he had contracted a dose from the whore.
Just recently I retaliated against
another self-centered, egotistical, domineering, controlling, demanding,
primitive ape of a loser ex-boyfriend. I strategically placed tacks in all his shoes, and carefully
snipped all his shoe laces. When he put on his shoes he got a painful uplifting
surprise and then when he went to tie them all the shoelaces broke. Oh my Honey! I don't
know how that happened?!
I want to read about more "Real Life Heartless Bitches"
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