Originally Posted by Cockypantherfan
This morning my VP smugly tells me he sent me a meeting for a supper meeting/dinner on Thursday night. I'm so freaking pissed about it. Now I have to record the game and turn off my phone so I don't get any score alerts. God damnit I'm mad.
Was supposed to go to my buddies watch party... Guess that shit won't fly.
Cpf, I've seen his type before; he's gonna be a long-term PITA. If you decide to fight fire with fire, here are a few potential permanent solutions:
3) dead mule head in his bed
4) shotgun wedding
OP's choice, of course, and good luck solving your dilemma.