Pat sooooo has to restrain himself at his work shore when stupid ass Flappy is in store. Yes, she is dumber than a donkey too. She just has no friggin clue. How she even functions in life is beyond me. She certainly swings from the annoying tree.
"I have some dates to book, but where is my pen. My stuff is packed too, do you have any paper?"
Yeah, because I just so happen to carry paper around with me while trying to get your large ass to flee. Just email them in Pat said, but that seemed to go over her head.
"My assist isn't in. I need to find a pen, are you sure you don't have any paper? What about a pen? Do you have a pen?"
What a moron is all I can say. I have to keep the sharp objects away. Or I might stab her in the face. So no I don't have a pen for you to embrace. And an assist too? MY GOD, that person has to be hard up or really really desperate and/or dumb with no clue. First I ever heard of that. Maybe one day I'll theorize at my mat.
"I really need a pen. There has to be a pen. What could I write on? There has to be something here to write on. Are you sure you don't have a pen? What about paper? Know where there is paper?"
How many damn times does she need to hear it? Someone should throw her in some deep dark pit. She needed to get her ass out the door. This nut jub has to take the cake and win some kind of dumbness title of lore.
"Here is a pen. I found a pen. The pen was here. See, here is a pen."
Like she won the damn lottery or she set the poor imprisoned pen free. Whoopdi friggin doo. This nimrod has no clue.
"Now for paper. I could write on this but I need that. That is no good. I need paper. Here is paper. No, that isn't good paper."
The dunce went on like that for a while as Pat muttered something vile. Then she finally found something to write and went on more into the night.
"I want this date and this one and this one."
She booked them and at the same time went over them three friggin times with her chime. Then she did it once more, flipping through the pages of her scheduler thingy, becoming quite the bore.
"Did you get that? Do you need me to repeat it? I could email it to you if you wish?"
That is when Pat had enough and did not care no more for her stupid ass fluff. If the dumbass wanted to email it to me then she could have done so and left me be. Got her fat ass out the door and left my work shore. But oh no had to let all that nonsense flow.
Anyway, Pat told her to take her crap and go. Boy, did her eyes grow. He just opened the door and pointed out. She muttered something and gave a pout. But hey it works for dogs so Pat gave it a try. Maybe she will finally leave now without annoying the poor guy. Doubtful with this stupid lass. She really even annoys the cat's little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.