Thursday, February 26, 2009

Kids

I was having lunch the other day with a friend and was introduced to some of her friends.

All of them were younger than me and had the words "nOOb at work" plastered on their faces. *Sigh* to be young again.

Anyways, lunch was pleasant and when it came to settling the bill, one of them 'nOObs' had the great idea of using his credit card to pay and we would all pay him back. Great idea when you want to rack up some points and need some cash. Why not?

But lo and behold, the little fucker, as if on cue and in plain sight of eveyone, drops a PLATINUM card on the leather binder.

A platinum card?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Granted, everyone can get a credit card in this time and day but a 'nOOb' with a platinum card? That's like a cancer patient trying to grow back hair.

So the only logical explanation I had was that it must have been daddy's supplementary card. And if true my friends, that would be abso-fucking-lutely shameless.

I felt utterly disgusted.

Please, if you want to make up for that pathetic excuse of a penis, get your own card, 'nOOb'.

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