The little boy who had his insides die!

[blackwidow018]

Let’s see. It’s to hot to breath, or even to move. Called some old friends. Found out some of them, or should I say most of then have moved due to divorce, and they only come over to visit there parent rarely. This sucks! Divorce is self sucks… Why can’t people just make it work? Tomorrow I’m going to see Wedding Crashers. I don’t believe I’ve heard or seen a comedy that was rated R. I mean you wouldn’t think it would be. But hey, that makes me happy, no fucking little kids to bother me, and make those fucking loud noises they make. Hell yah, fuck yah. I fucking hate kids. I remember once I almost slapping a little Mexican or Black boy in the fucking face right in front of his mother because he grabbed my ass. Let’s just say, I do have one, and I was in tight jeans, so my ass was all there and very visible. So, right, I’m walking in a store, in a poor area. With a lot of crime. I have no idea why my mother and I where there, we just were. So, anyway, I’m walking down the isle, and I see this kid, and we make eye contact. I pass him and then he starts following me. Fucking little kid, I thought. One of my impulse was to kick his, and say get, just like I was speaking to a dog, a really dump and ugly dog. But I didn’t, and if I knew what that little fucking kid was going to do, I fucking would have, and I would have chased his around the store while I did. Anyway, back to the story…Of course were talking about me, so of course I notice this fucking little boy following me, I’m walking down another isle and there is a women, I walk pass her, saying excuse me, and the fucking little boy briefly stops by the women, and he grabs the cart and takes a toy out and starts playing it. So, I figured that was his mother. So I ask her politely to please tell her son to stop following he. But she shakes her head, and says something I couldn’t understand in some other language, well, fuck me, that just figures. So I walk pass her again, and then the boy follows, and once I’m half way down that same isle that fucking, cock sucking, little bastard, grabs my ass, and then says “whore!” I know the mother saw her fucking child do it. Because I looked at her, and she just smiled at me and then turned again. So, in knowing the boy understand English, I started to walk away quickly where the mother couldn’t hear her child cry out for help. I got him into a corner, and then started yelling at him, until I was sure he was crying, and upset. I just stood there with a smile on my face. I was also blocked the way for this little mother fucker to get away from me. So, he just fell to the floor sobbing, with his body shaking. HHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! I laughed at him. And that’s what you get for messing with me. Off in the distance, on the other side of the store I heard my mother calling me, saying it was time to check out and go home and help with dinner. I bet that little boy will never forget my face, and I hope with all my love and heart me suffers to his last breath.!!!!
Love always, Laura.
P.S. - If you don’t like what I did, fuck off. Cause I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. So, pretty please, go fuck your self. And thank you , and have a nice day. xoxoxoxo!!!