Six days ago I moved into double-digits. Hoo-yah! Ever since, I've been humming to myself a little ditty that y'all might know about 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer... It brings back a lot of pleasant memories. Most of them associated with green leather seats in the back of school buses, shrieking going over big bumps, and delightful middle school drama. Tonight, with Raj's help, I created a new version of that old favorite. It's 10:42 pm and I'm stuck at work dealing with a billion request from Dragon Lady. Raj is home ironing shirts and watching a movie. You have no idea how much I wish I was at home with him instead of here.
The inspiration behind my artistic genius is that Dragon Lady has been in rare form these past few days. Tonight, she acted like a flat-out duplicitious bitch. She made me so livid I started contemplating once again the idea of telling all the partners that I'm leaving because of her and her abusive treatment when I give my two weeks notice. Fucking bitch.
Dragon Lady, this one's for you:
94 days with the Cunt left to go,
94 days left to go-o-o.
You knock one off, go twirl around,
94 days with the Cunt left to go.
One more time! All together now:
94 days with the Cunt left to go,
94 days left to go-o-o.
You knock one off, go twirl around,
94 days with the Cunt left to go.
For the creative types out there, who can come up with another verse for my new personal anthem? Send me your suggestions in comments. I can't wait!
4 comments:
I think you should definitely pin it on Dragon Lady when you go. They need to know that her behavior is a serious problem, costing them good people.
Gypsy - Where's your verse?
I think you should change the third line...
Knock her out, jump on her head
Lass - Now that's the spirit! I like it. It brings back memories of running on the treadmill (when I used to work out!) imagining that I was pounding her with my steps.
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