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    Poofes: Let's go shopping!
So one of my followers DM me saying: "Have you ever met 'Mr. I'm too Perfect'? You see Mr. P is a sexy, motivated, funny, intelligent and extremely likable guy who makes calculated moves that force unsuspecting women in2 the grey area of 'are we dating or just hooking up?' Mr. P has an estimated bajillion women ready to marry him at the drop of an 'I love you.' Time to move on or accept the challenge?" Ok lemme drop a little science on Mr. PP, because I may know a thing or two about this type šŸ˜‡. First things first, keep it very G with old boy - but don't do the most. Find a balance. If u fawn over him too early on, he gon take u for granted. But don't fall into the trap of doing the other extreme and rubbing his face in his shit. Like when a girl wanna mention that she dated ball players and actors. Fuck they got to do with me? šŸ˜‚ I done dated models but I don't harp on that shit. Mr. PP ain't used to girls treating him like a regular dude. Give him that gift and watch it work magic šŸ¤—. Second, tease him. Mr. PP is used to hearing about his perfection so relentlessly bust the fuck out of his balls. If he wearing a pink tie u could be all "OK SO WE DOING PINK TIES NOW THAT'S ADORABLE. YOU GOT A PINK THONG TO MATCH THAT PINK TIE, MR. PINKYSAURUS REX? HOW BOUT A PINK ROMPER. MATTER FACT YOUR XMAS GIFT IS A PINK ROMPER AND IMMA MAKE U WEAR IT OL PINK BUTTERCUP LOOKIN ASS LOL." Last of all, starve him. Get into a nice lil texting discussion and then leave him ice cold. U feel me? Like y'all bantering on Monday and poof...ghost till Wednesday. Fuck his circuitry up. Cross his wires. Have him worrying u spent Tuesday getting that long pipe from your ex. "But smash I hate these games why do I need to play games argh! I'll just live with cats I'm done šŸ˜«." Ok Cat Lady u the one who wanted to fuck with Mr. PP, I'm just giving u the game! U don't like this game? Might I suggest Christian Mingle - find u a nice boy named Peter who gon make loving missionary sexytime to u and have u in a Honda Odyssey. But if u wanna have Mr. PP chirren and ride in that big body Audi Q7 u gotta approach shit a lil different. Ya get me! Bless up šŸ˜šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Poofes: Let's go shopping!
So one of my followers DM me saying: "Have you ever met 'Mr. I'm too Perfect'? You see Mr. P is a sexy, motivated, funny, intelligent and extremely likable guy who makes calculated moves that force unsuspecting women in2 the grey area of 'are we dating or just hooking up?' Mr. P has an estimated bajillion women ready to marry him at the drop of an 'I love you.' Time to move on or accept the challenge?" Ok lemme drop a little science on Mr. PP, because I may know a thing or two about this type šŸ˜‡. First things first, keep it very G with old boy - but don't do the most. Find a balance. If u fawn over him too early on, he gon take u for granted. But don't fall into the trap of doing the other extreme and rubbing his face in his shit. Like when a girl wanna mention that she dated ball players and actors. Fuck they got to do with me? šŸ˜‚ I done dated models but I don't harp on that shit. Mr. PP ain't used to girls treating him like a regular dude. Give him that gift and watch it work magic šŸ¤—. Second, tease him. Mr. PP is used to hearing about his perfection so relentlessly bust the fuck out of his balls. If he wearing a pink tie u could be all "OK SO WE DOING PINK TIES NOW THAT'S ADORABLE. YOU GOT A PINK THONG TO MATCH THAT PINK TIE, MR. PINKYSAURUS REX? HOW BOUT A PINK ROMPER. MATTER FACT YOUR XMAS GIFT IS A PINK ROMPER AND IMMA MAKE U WEAR IT OL PINK BUTTERCUP LOOKIN ASS LOL." Last of all, starve him. Get into a nice lil texting discussion and then leave him ice cold. U feel me? Like y'all bantering on Monday and poof...ghost till Wednesday. Fuck his circuitry up. Cross his wires. Have him worrying u spent Tuesday getting that long pipe from your ex. "But smash I hate these games why do I need to play games argh! I'll just live with cats I'm done šŸ˜«." Ok Cat Lady u the one who wanted to fuck with Mr. PP, I'm just giving u the game! U don't like this game? Might I suggest Christian Mingle - find u a nice boy named Peter who gon make loving missionary sexytime to u and have u in a Honda Odyssey. But if u wanna have Mr. PP chirren and ride in that big body Audi Q7 u gotta approach shit a lil different. Ya get me! Bless up šŸ˜šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
                
            

            
            
So one of my followers DM me saying: "Have you ever met 'Mr. I'm too Perfect'? You see Mr. P is a sexy, motivated, funny, intelligent and...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                






            

        

        
        

            

                







    Poofes: Used And Abused
 RETAIL
 USA WILD & UNRULY
 (I am working at a makeup store as a cashier. I am about 16 and don't have much job
 experience, and this is my first job working in a retail-type setting. We have our refund
 policy posted all over the store, including on receipts and our website. We do not allow any
 makeup returns unless the makeup is unused and the unit carton is sealed with no obvious
 signs of damage to the product or the carton. A woman walks in with a bag filled with
 palettes and drops it on the counter.)
 Customer: "I'd like to make a return
 Me: "Sure, of course! Do you have your receipt with you?"
 Customer
 "Yes. I want to return all of this stuff in the bag. It was complete s
 Me: "Um... okay."
 (She hands me a very long receipt)
 Me: "Thank you, ma'am. All right, everything? And it's all untouched?"
 Customer
 "Yes
 never used it
 (She takes out her a little booklet with her credit cards in it and places it on the counter
 while I open the bag. A giant poof of powder from the palettes flies up into my face. Every
 single palette is clearly shattered, and the pans that aren't broken have clearly been used.)
 Me: "Uh... ma'am, everything is... broken
 customer: "Yes, that's why I'm returning it
 Me: "I'm sorry, but I can't accept
 this. These pans have obviously been used, and
 the
 damaged."
 customer: *becomes an uber-witch in 0.32 seconds* "I never used them! They were
 broken when I bought them, b
 that's why I'm returning them

 Customer: *becomes an uber-witch in 0.32 seconds* "I never used them! They were
 broken when I bought them, b
 that's why I'm returning them
 Me: caught off guard "Ma'am, these pans
 *l point to the pans
 are clearly used
 There are finger swipes on them. m sorry, but we don't accept returns of damaged or
 used products.
 Customer
 "You little a
 wipe, get me your f****** manager this very second
 Me: "As of right now, I
 am the only working employee
 Customer
 "Then call your fi
 head
 manager, S
 (Ive never faced this type of dilemma, so I call my manager. She doesn't pick up.)
 Customer
 "I paid good money for this s
 and it was f****** broken
 want to
 return my f
 makeup, you f
 c***!"
 (Im getting angry now, and the other customers are staring.)
 Me: "Ma'am, I really don't know what you want me to tell you.
 I
 Customer
 "Tell me that I can f****** return this! What the h
 s your name? I will
 f****** report you to your f
 boss
 Me: "MATAM. We do NOT accept broken or used products, and these palettes are both!
 I am going to have to ask you to leave if you continue this behavior."
 Customer
 "I don't see your return policy! I'm going to sue your f
 company, you
 hear me?
 Me: he return policy is on your receipt and written around the store near the
 displays. It's also on the counter and on our website."
 Customer
 "I COULD'VE MISSED THAT
 Me
 finally losing my temper* "Do you have eyes? I see them right now and they
 clearly work so if you have them then please, for the sake of all of us, use them to read
 things so you don't sound like a f****** idiot when you talk to other people
 Customer
 "YOU B****! M CALLING YOUR MANAGER

 Me: finally losing my temper* "Do you have eyes? I see them right now and they
 clearly work so if you have them then please, for the sake of all of us, use them to read
 things so you don't sound like a f****** idiot when you talk to other people
 Customer
 "YOU B****! M CALLING YOUR MANAGER
 Me: "I'm going to have to ask you to leave right now, or I will call the police."
 (I notice another employee, who happens to be gifted in the martial arts, arriving for her
 shift standing at the entrance of the store, watching. Ieye the phone on the wall She
 mouths "9-1-1? and I nod. She dials the police.)
 Customer: "B****! You'll get what you deserve
 Me: "Ma'am, you must leave immediately or
 I will have you escorted out."
 Customer
 "YOU FILTHY W****! YOU CANT MAKE ME LEAVE
 (She pulls a nail polish with a rather slim and pointy cap made by a certain famous fashion
 designer o
 of the shelf next to her and throws it hard at me. It hits my temple and I start
 bleeding.)
 Me: "The police have been called and take note that I will see you in court for
 harassment and assault."
 Customer: "N
 YOU WONT
 (She immediately turns around and starts running right towards the entrance near the
 other employee. The employee grabs her arm and flips her on the ground, then places her
 foot on her chest. The police arrive right as she's doing this and arrest the customer. Igrab
 the customer's booklet off of the counter and flip it open. Right on the very front slip is her
 ID. walk over to the customer and police)
 Customer
 "SHE'S A LIAR! SHE'S A F****** CRAZY B
 Me: ironically "MAAM, you forgot this as you were trying to run away."
 (I dropped it on the ground and walked back to the counter)
People wonder why I still go to this site. Obviously because of the absolutely true stories people tell.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Poofes: Used And Abused
 RETAIL
 USA WILD & UNRULY
 (I am working at a makeup store as a cashier. I am about 16 and don't have much job
 experience, and this is my first job working in a retail-type setting. We have our refund
 policy posted all over the store, including on receipts and our website. We do not allow any
 makeup returns unless the makeup is unused and the unit carton is sealed with no obvious
 signs of damage to the product or the carton. A woman walks in with a bag filled with
 palettes and drops it on the counter.)
 Customer: "I'd like to make a return
 Me: "Sure, of course! Do you have your receipt with you?"
 Customer
 "Yes. I want to return all of this stuff in the bag. It was complete s
 Me: "Um... okay."
 (She hands me a very long receipt)
 Me: "Thank you, ma'am. All right, everything? And it's all untouched?"
 Customer
 "Yes
 never used it
 (She takes out her a little booklet with her credit cards in it and places it on the counter
 while I open the bag. A giant poof of powder from the palettes flies up into my face. Every
 single palette is clearly shattered, and the pans that aren't broken have clearly been used.)
 Me: "Uh... ma'am, everything is... broken
 customer: "Yes, that's why I'm returning it
 Me: "I'm sorry, but I can't accept
 this. These pans have obviously been used, and
 the
 damaged."
 customer: *becomes an uber-witch in 0.32 seconds* "I never used them! They were
 broken when I bought them, b
 that's why I'm returning them

 Customer: *becomes an uber-witch in 0.32 seconds* "I never used them! They were
 broken when I bought them, b
 that's why I'm returning them
 Me: caught off guard "Ma'am, these pans
 *l point to the pans
 are clearly used
 There are finger swipes on them. m sorry, but we don't accept returns of damaged or
 used products.
 Customer
 "You little a
 wipe, get me your f****** manager this very second
 Me: "As of right now, I
 am the only working employee
 Customer
 "Then call your fi
 head
 manager, S
 (Ive never faced this type of dilemma, so I call my manager. She doesn't pick up.)
 Customer
 "I paid good money for this s
 and it was f****** broken
 want to
 return my f
 makeup, you f
 c***!"
 (Im getting angry now, and the other customers are staring.)
 Me: "Ma'am, I really don't know what you want me to tell you.
 I
 Customer
 "Tell me that I can f****** return this! What the h
 s your name? I will
 f****** report you to your f
 boss
 Me: "MATAM. We do NOT accept broken or used products, and these palettes are both!
 I am going to have to ask you to leave if you continue this behavior."
 Customer
 "I don't see your return policy! I'm going to sue your f
 company, you
 hear me?
 Me: he return policy is on your receipt and written around the store near the
 displays. It's also on the counter and on our website."
 Customer
 "I COULD'VE MISSED THAT
 Me
 finally losing my temper* "Do you have eyes? I see them right now and they
 clearly work so if you have them then please, for the sake of all of us, use them to read
 things so you don't sound like a f****** idiot when you talk to other people
 Customer
 "YOU B****! M CALLING YOUR MANAGER

 Me: finally losing my temper* "Do you have eyes? I see them right now and they
 clearly work so if you have them then please, for the sake of all of us, use them to read
 things so you don't sound like a f****** idiot when you talk to other people
 Customer
 "YOU B****! M CALLING YOUR MANAGER
 Me: "I'm going to have to ask you to leave right now, or I will call the police."
 (I notice another employee, who happens to be gifted in the martial arts, arriving for her
 shift standing at the entrance of the store, watching. Ieye the phone on the wall She
 mouths "9-1-1? and I nod. She dials the police.)
 Customer: "B****! You'll get what you deserve
 Me: "Ma'am, you must leave immediately or
 I will have you escorted out."
 Customer
 "YOU FILTHY W****! YOU CANT MAKE ME LEAVE
 (She pulls a nail polish with a rather slim and pointy cap made by a certain famous fashion
 designer o
 of the shelf next to her and throws it hard at me. It hits my temple and I start
 bleeding.)
 Me: "The police have been called and take note that I will see you in court for
 harassment and assault."
 Customer: "N
 YOU WONT
 (She immediately turns around and starts running right towards the entrance near the
 other employee. The employee grabs her arm and flips her on the ground, then places her
 foot on her chest. The police arrive right as she's doing this and arrest the customer. Igrab
 the customer's booklet off of the counter and flip it open. Right on the very front slip is her
 ID. walk over to the customer and police)
 Customer
 "SHE'S A LIAR! SHE'S A F****** CRAZY B
 Me: ironically "MAAM, you forgot this as you were trying to run away."
 (I dropped it on the ground and walked back to the counter)
People wonder why I still go to this site. Obviously because of the absolutely true stories people tell.
                
            

            
            
People wonder why I still go to this site. Obviously because of the absolutely true stories people tell.