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At one company I worked at I got so fucking bored signing leaving cards, birthday cards, wedding cards, divorce cards, "I heard you dropped two stone" cards and all the other bollocks that I went a bit Patrick Bateman with it for fun. I would write increasingly disturbing messages from fictional co-workers.
Then I wrote something in this card to a girl who was leaving to return to New Zealand. I didn't know her, at least I didn't think I did. I wrote something along the lines of "Hey fuckbunny, too bad you're leaving so soon, I've knocked one out everysingle day just thinking about chewing on your little butt pucker".
Late that evening I was sat in the pub and this really sweet, utterly innocent young virginal flower who was all smiles and tweety bird sighs pulled the card out of her bag and began to go through all the messages. Then she got to that one. She was clearly horrified and as I sat there and watched their lips moving in discussion it became apparent I had pretty much ruined her entire visit to Britain. She looked like she'd just found her parents cut up into chunks in a greasey old box.
Then her friends all pointed me out and the look she gave me killed a good sized portion of my soul right there. I was hated after that by every female in that company.