I thought that I would tell you about a stupid loser that thought he was good enough to try and talk to the
Queen. This fool has been watching me for some time, drooling and dreaming of things he could never have.
Last night he finally got up the nerve to ask for my phone number and being the fun loving bitch that I am
I smiled and told him ok. I am going to write down my number then I’m going to tear it into tiny pieces. If
you can put the pieces back together again and make out my number then you can have it. And being the
pathetic twit that I knew he was in front of all the people in the bar he tried to put the number back
together. I laughed about that poor fool for many hours that night and even then he still sits and
stares from across the room. Silly twit will never learn that he will never be good enough to spend time
with me.