My new job
I guess I have a new job, it's a fucking travel agent. Yeah that's right, it's my new gig. My mother demands that I have to book her vacation to vegas. Now we have booked this for her in the past, usually I will pawn it off to Jennifer, she likes feeling important. But not this time, I HAVE TO DO IT!!!! Well thinking my mother isn't really being serious, I tell jennifer to give her a ring and take care of it. Nope, that won't work for my mom, I HAVE TO DO IT. So after a week of not having enough time or some other lame ass excuse I used, my mother finally talked to jennifer about it. But jennifer can look and do the research, but I have to seal the deal. Jennifer did tell them it would cost about $550 a person, but my mom chimed in that there friends are going to fly for $200 per person and it was only 2 weeks ago. Well maybe it's cause they aren't like u and flying on peek flying days, you're fucking flying on a holiday, no one flys then!!!! If my mother doesn't like what I'm doing, call your fucking travel agent, u have 1 and take care of it with her. We will get the same fucking price. I won't feel left out if u don't book your tickets with me, your new travel agent.
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Screw the old people they die to easy. If they don't want to do it themselves well then they don't want it badly enough.
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