I have decided it is a castration phone sex kind of day. I woke up in a foul mood. Well fouler than other days. I am not exactly little miss sunshine ever. Few things give me pure joy in life. One of the simple pleasures, however, that I like in life is junk removal. Too many men have balls that don’t need. My motto has always been, “Testicles are for Winners.” So when the Internet guy showed up unannounced when he was supposed to have been here yesterday, I knew he could turn my frown upside down. He was snarky and rude. As he was on my laptop doing a speed test he snooped into my files. Who the fuck does that when they are a professional? He didn’t enjoy the snuff sex photos he saw so he started calling me a sick bitch. I showed him what I do when presented with bad customer service. I handcuffed him to the desk chair. He didn’t even see it coming. I think he just saw some emo punk girl. Never for a moment thought I was a dangerous bitch. He realized it when I had his pants around his ankles and my knife under his balls. He started pleading for me to be reasonable. Begged for me not to take his family jewels. If that was the family jewels his family was in for a big disappointment. He just annoyed the piss out of me. He was late, rude, condescending, not to mention quite judgmental for a man with a 3 inch dick. I let him whine and whimper for a few minutes then lobbed his worthless balls off. The world doesn’t need another dick in the world. Let’s face it, the apple rarely falls far from the tree. Now, I just assured no bad apple would ever come form this douche bag. He was sitting their crying, bleeding all over my floor. A minor inconvenience for my altruism. I let him out of the handcuffs, tossed him a towel to cleanup then informed him if he told a sole what I did to him, he would wake up one morning with his cocktail wienie stuffed in his mouth. I’m a crazy bitch, so he will heed my warning.
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