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I went down to the office of the current hotel to get something printed. The one named CIA who has the the CIA tattoo in her arm, and who probably made my audio glitch when I typed CIA just now, wrote down her email with two errors in it. I started fucking with her about it and she got pretty pissed off, and I was glad that her attempt to piss me off ended up pissing her off. She was trying to be a cunt to me about my calling her a cunt in a roundabout way, but whoever is going to step aside and let me kidnap and torture her told her she had to shut the fuck up. Overall, the experience as deeply satisfying for me not only because I noticed her typos and then got her irritated about it, but then when she kept going on about it someone told her to stop being a bitch. She suddenly became calm and much quieter but I could tell that she didn't like the way I had walked up to and dropped my nuts on her face without her being able to do anything about it. It's going to be much worse for her and her friends and family soon, but I enjoyed the taste of things to come: especially the taste of her getting told by her boss that she had to shut the fuck up when usually I'm the one who gets threatened with undesirable consequences cajoling my own shutting up.
