Blonde Bitches and Burning Buildings

First of all... my office is filled with smoke right now. They turned on the furnace for the first time this season... first there was a faint smell of burning dust, then it got stronger... and then smoke started billowing out of the vents. Gotta love the old architecture of these downtown offices!

Now- for the blonde bitches. More like Rude Ass Blonde Bitches. From now on, they'll be known as RABB. We were bowling for Kevin's birthday, and I was doing really well at first. Then- I noticed that someone stole the bowling ball I was using. I go to ask the girl who's got my ball in her lap, and this is the conversation that followed:

Me: Did you take that ball from our lane over there?
RABB #1: Uh, no. (blonde bitch hair flip) I was using this ball, and then for some reason, it ended up in your lane.
Me: Uh... I don't think so. I've using that ball for an hour and a half already.
RABB #1: Uh, I don't think so. (hugs ball tighter to her bosom)
ME: Can I just look at the ball, to see if it's the one I'm actually looking for?
At this point, the RABB #2 shoves her ass in my face, providing the bowling equivalent of a cock-block. I stand up, move around her to ask RABB #1 again if I can see the ball, and RABB #2 shuffles over and sticks her ass in my face AGAIN.
Me: Oh. We're playing this game? How old are we?
RABB #2: (with a juvenile squeal) I'm fourteen!
Before I let myself punch RABB #2 in the eye, I walk away, cursing under my breath.

Now, what, I beg of you, would motivate these girls to be so possesive over an effing bowling ball?? I can't figure it out. They even went to extent of holding the ball up when they knew I was looking, and dancing around with it. They also tried to make fun of what I was wearing. I felt like I was in grade six again. They looked so ridiculous, all I could do was laugh. But not until after I gave them a nice, slow, flip of the bird. Rude ass blonde bitches.

posted by Unknown @ 3:44 p.m.