Another Azon story for all to enjoy.

What do you get when a particular Azon invites three people (who don’t like her, might I add) out to Happy Hour?  Well, one has dinner plans with an old co-worker, another has a “last supper” with the fam & the last one will most likely just say that his wife will not let him go out.  When in all actuality, none of us have plans that night, we just don’t want to venture out with the Azon.  I get enough of her at work, why would I want to go hang out with her outside of work?!  I mean, really.  & I’m not a complete bitch, really I’m not.  I did try with her but her irritation level is so intense that I cannot allow myself to speak with her for more than ten seconds.  Plus, she uses terms like “pad” when referring to my home.  Pad, what are you a goddamn gangsta now?  A blonde Amazon bitch gangsta with a Green Bay Packer “G” tattooed to your ankle.  Ohhh, gangsta!  : p

“You lost your arms in battle…but you grew some nice boobs.”