Unscrupulous Man Eater

Ask   Naoma. An account of my past, present and future escapades as a previously single, currently not single, 20-something woman. Enjoy.
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    On Telemarketers

    Me:When they call, you just say "I'm not interested, thank you" and hang up.
    MM:That's rude.
    Me:No, it's not.
    MM:You don't even give them a chance to speak.
    Me:So?
    MM:What if that was your job?
    Me:Then I'd realize that not everybody wants to be bothered with 15 minute speeches on why you should donate to their organization at eight o'clock at night, in the middle of dinner, bathing your kid, whatever.
    MM:That's still rude.
    Me:What's rude is if I said "no effing thanks you effing eff."
    MM's Parents:(Keel over in laughter)
    MM:Thank you for not using the f-bomb in front of my parents.
    Me:No problem.
    — 1 month ago with 6 notes
    1. roobalatoobala said: I was my job once, I hated it. I needed to pay bills and it barely covered them. I got called a cunt twice a week. Some days I’d go home and cry. The short DNC calls were my favorite. Especially when people were polite and said Thank You and Please.
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