I had a call late last night. Honestly, I was off for night to go out and have a few drinks and torture a few souls. I decided on a whim to answer. I could tell by the sound of his voice he was drunk, desperate and needed to confess to me. I can spot a loser every time. He was not only a loser but his life was a total waste of skin.
I got comfortable poured myself an ice wine and immediately demanded he slow down on the drinking. If this worm passed out well, what would be the fun in that. With my human ashtray on his knees I smoked a Djarum Black and sipped my wine. First sin was he denied who he really was and dated girls. Penance was in the form of cash tributes. I told him when he could drink and when he was to tribute me. LOSER!
The call turned into a wonderfully decadent tale of drugs, men, marriages, lost jobs, and emptied trust funds. I had a front seat and was not letting go till I knew all and his credit card was maxed. Once this worthless dick and coke addicted freak maxed his card he grabbed the one he took from his clueless parents. Did I mention he was in his 50’s? LOSER.
Need to confess what a giant worthless cunt loser you are? I will listen, for a price. You will have to excuse me if I laugh at your misery and fuck ups. You did bring it on yourself.
