Sunday, February 6, 2011
Dear Retarded Fuck
I don't fucking know you. You have called my phone five times. Each fucking time I have answered in English. I have hung up on you each time. One time I tried telling you in Korean that you made a mistaken phone call. You called me once from a Gyeongi Do phone code, then you tried your cell phone. Both times I picked up the phone, said "hello," and got a moronic dumb ass speaking Korean. While speaking to you in English, you still didn't get the point that you were talking to a stranger and that you couldn't understand me. I find it entertaining that there could be such a stupid person in the world. I will continue to take your calls until you realize that the person that you want to call probably has a different phone number. Each time you call, in the future, I will speak my mother tongue in the hopes that by some divine inspiration you will get the idea that you have somehow made a mistake, or that the person who gave you my phone number probably doesn't every want to speak to you....and I can't blame them. If I spoke Korean better and decided to pursue a friendship with you, I'm confident that I would be in better conversational company with a box of cheezits. With that, I wish you good luck in the future, because I know that it is a miracle that you have managed to survive all of these years without drowning in the shower. Good day.