I’m rude!
I’m at work. I just went upstairs, got a piece of bread, and looked in the refigerator. I couldn’t find any butter but I did find a nice new jar of blackberry jam. I put it right on my toasted bread! I have no idea whose it was. How rude is that!
I didn’t even think twice about it!
Who steals food out of the company fridge without asking? Me, evidently! It didn’t even cross my mind to ask permission of the owner—not that I knew who brought it in. I just took that jam and put that jam right on that toast!
Man am I embarrassed!
August 23rd, 2005 at 4:01 pm
That was my JAM!!!!!!!
GET YOUR OWN
I PITTY THE FOO WHO STEALS MY JAM
August 23rd, 2005 at 9:06 pm
you petty, petty thief. buy a new jar to replace the one you deflowered.
who eats jam between the ages of 4 and 65 anyway?
August 24th, 2005 at 4:27 pm
Jam is free. Like wireless interent. In my house, if you buy condiments it’s open season for anyone who wants some. I wouldn’t give it a second thought. But yeah you are a rude sonofabitch.
August 25th, 2005 at 10:14 am
eat the jam..is there a name on it…work fridge is open house in my office
Eat it and …don’t worry
August 29th, 2005 at 1:06 am
Jam nazi jenn say no jam for you…
August 29th, 2005 at 6:18 pm
Buy 3 jars of good jam–I would suggest rasberry, strawberry and blackberry. Put them in the fridge and let everyone enjoy.
August 29th, 2005 at 6:19 pm
Sorry–raspberry.
August 29th, 2005 at 6:45 pm
Mom, c’mon, no way.
August 30th, 2005 at 10:35 am
Dude, do that again and you’ll be visiting the porcelain throne from both ends.
August 31st, 2005 at 4:52 pm
HAHAHA, good suggestion from your mother Tom. That way, there is enough jam for everybody to enjoy. If it was my jam, as long as I was confident that they weren’t gross and somehow sullied my jam, it wouldn’t bother me. In other words, the actual amount of jam taken wouldn’t bother me so much as the possible infestation of the remaining jam.
September 25th, 2005 at 10:45 pm
I would really like to find a way to email that worthless piece of wasted human flash named Fabian Basabe. Does anyone know of a way for people in the real world to let him know just how much we fell sorry for him because of his self proclaimed importance. His comment about never feeling sorry for “lesser people” makes me wonder why he is even bothering to compete for money to donate to a charity. Does he even care about the children? Clearly not!
October 22nd, 2005 at 5:11 pm
I’m looking for a way to email that Fabian, too! He’s so awful! How could he not know it? I almost signed a petition to get him deported! Ha!
February 20th, 2006 at 8:15 pm
Dear Mr. Fabian:
I have just a few questions for you. First, what makes you think you have diplomatic immunity? Second, what would possibly make you think that money somehow makes you special?
People who are really special, help out their fellow man, not make fun of them, or somehow think that they are so much better than everyone else.
You are truly nauseating, just because you think that you have an “in” with some maiter ‘d’. What does that mean exactly? That you are such a great guy, or because you have money that people kiss your ass?
Let’s just play a little game. You are Calvin, and you have absolutely no money. You are in grade school, and absolutely no one will talk to you because you are clumsy, awkward, and your lunch pail keeps falling open, with your twinky and kool-aid in a pouch keeps falling out, because you are too poor to afford a good lunch pail that holds together, and a healthy lunch. Of course all of the popular, rich kids laugh at you everyday, because you are the joke of the school.
Moving on to middle school, you are about 4 inches smaller than the rest of the boys, and puberty has hit you quike late. You notice girls, but of course, they don’t notice you, because you are short, pudgy, and still as awkward as you were in grade school. Of course, you are still poor, so your clothes are just a little tacky, and the last thing you would ever think of is firing the maid for making you eat your broccoli, because not only can you not afford broccoli, you can’t afford a maid.
On to high school, you have finally made it. You are the third chair playing the tuba in the school band. Of course you are in the chess club, future farmers of America, and you have finally made your dream of making the football team. Of course you are only the water boy, but hey…you’ve made it.
At graduation, no one would march with you, but you were finally able to grab the last girl with glasses, braces, and really bad breath.
But one thing that you always kept your eyes on was a good education, and what it could do for you. On graduation night, your name was called, for a full scholarship to UCLA. Of course, no one claps, or even acknowledges it, because in their eyes, you are a nobody. Deep down inside, you know that someday, you will be just like that popular, rich, kid from South America, who everybody looks up to because he’s so wealthy, and drove a Bentley every since he was 16. Although it is just a dream, you like to at least pretend it could happen.
But through hard work, study, and a really good education, you manage to not only get your law degree at UCLA, but you also go back to school and get your MBA at Stanford.
However, remembering all that you went through during your school years, you took all of the money that you made after graduation, as the CEO of one of the most successful .coms, and on a number of Board of Directors of major corporations, and numerous brilliant investments, he took the money and started numerous trust funds, and charitable organizations, and helped his fellow men and women all over the world. In fact, he was one of the youngest men to ever win the Nobel Peace Price.
But most of all, he was happy. He had a beautful wife, and three children that he adored, who never once thought of firing the maid for making them eat their broccoli.
Oh, and the really popular kid from South America, who whenever he got into trouble would yell “diplomatic immunity”, well, he’s selling insurance in Oxnard. He’s on his third marriage, spent all of his trust fund on Kristal and hookers (male and female), and never had a happy day in his life. He no longer can get the best table at the best restaurant, and in fact, he applied for a position as a bus boy at one of them, and was turned down. I think it was his attitude.
Did the thought ever enter that pretty empty head of yours, that nothing is forever, and there are no guarantees? One thing that I have learned through my 54 years, is that those who think they have everything, and think of no one but themselves, usually end up with nothing. Those who work really hard, and put other people above themselve generally end up prosperous and happy. Think about it Fabian. There are so many more people who find you disgusting than admirable. I know you like yourself, but what I’m still trying to figure out is why?
Patricia Garcia
ibeturbluffin@comcast.net
March 21st, 2006 at 10:37 pm
Patricia Garcia
too long u wanna write
n if ur hungry, eat. its not like ur gonna have the whole jar. n all of yous r freaks who cares if u had sumones jam, no one cares. n the ones that did care yous are stupid for replyin to that shite.
March 30th, 2006 at 12:06 pm
Hey Sum One
*laughs in ur face*
“n the ones that did care yous are stupid for replyin to that shite.” Hey Sum One
*laughs in ur face*
“n the ones that did care yous are stupid for replyin to that shite.” Hey Sum One
*laughs in ur face*
“n the ones that did care yous are stupid for replyin to that shite.” Hey Sum One
*laughs in ur face*
“n the ones that did care yous are stupid for replyin to that shite.”
April 2nd, 2006 at 5:49 pm
what is wrong with u all
July 12th, 2006 at 5:23 am
PATRICIA YOU SPEAK SOME WISDOM, I HAVE ONLY RECENTLY LEARNT WHO THIS DOUCH BAG FABIAN BASABE IS, COME ON WHAT FUCKWIT WOULD ACT IN THAT KIND OF WAY. IM A 18 YR OLD FROM PERTH WESTERN AUSTRALIA AND HAVE RECENTLY STARTED WATCHING RICH KIDS CATTLE DRIVE.ALL THIS STUFF ABOUT HE IS GAY WHO REALLY CARES THIS GUY IS A FUCK HEAD GAY OR STRAIGHT, I SERIOUSLY HOPE ONE DAY HE WILL GET WAT HE DESERVES WHICH IS POOR AS HELL AND LIVING ON THE STREETS AND THEN LETS SEE HOW HE WILL COPE WITH OUT HIS MUMMY AND DADDYS MONEY PLEASE FABIAN CANT U SEE EVERY ONE THINKS YOUR A STUCK UP COCK HEAD WHO WOULD RUN LIKE A LITLLE BITCH IF HE WAS EVER CONFRONTED BY PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEF WITH HIM, I DONT PERSONALLY KNOW HIM BUT I GOT BEEF WITH HIM WITH THE WAY HE ACTS SO IM PERSONALLY INVITING FABAIN BASABE TO COME TO PERTH WESTERN AUSTRALIA AND SEE IF HE CAN LIVE LIKE HE DOES IN AMERICA AND OTHER PLACES I BET HIM A THOUSAND DOLLARS HE WOULD LAST A MINUTE WITHOUT GETTING DROPPED ON HIS ASS BY ANYONE, SO FABIAN SERIOUSLY GROW A BRAIN U DIP STICK CAUSE REALLY UR THE ONLY ONE THAT U ARE HURTING WITH YOUR FUCKED UP ATTUITUDE TOWARDS PEOPLE AND OTHER THINGS IN LIFE, AND ONE THING IF ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM IN ANYWAY PLEASE LET US KNOW MY EMAIL IS MIGHTJOEBONG53@HOTMAIL.COM