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i am definitely going to kill someone.
i just got home from slo maybe 20 minutes ago, after chasing some punk child down paseo padre. i was driving to my house... minding my own business. and then BAM! a fucking egg hits my windshield. are you fucking kidding me. who in their right mind does this shit at 2 in the morning in the suburbs. fucking douchebags, that;s who. so what is a girl to do...?
i flip a bitch, turn on my high beams, and chase this mother fucker down. i'm on the other side of the median, and apparently he's not hitting this side of traffic, so i flip another bitch to pass the same spot. i slow down, see the egg being thrown in the air, and hit my brakes. the egg misses my car, but i am fucking ready. my window is rolled down and i fucking cuss this little shit out. "cut this fucking shit out you fucking asshole pussyshit! i'm going to fucking kill you, you fucking douchebag!"
i saw his fucking face, it was a fucking little spoilt ass white high school child with no fucking life, dresssed in black, and he fucking has a petrified look of "oh shit!" on his face. he turns and runs across the street. i speed off to the end of the median, flip a bitch, and try to chase the mother fucker down. i see him as he's running into an apartment complex. i stop and almost get out of my car to chase him down and beat the living shit out of him. but i decide not to. why? because it's 2 in the fucking morning, that's why. i have to be up at 9am to go to an appointment, and get ready for a christmas party. douchebags like this can wait to get killed.
in retrospect, if there was someone else inthe car with me, i would've stopped and just hopped out of the car and fucking jumped that kid. i was that pissed. i mean, who the fuck does that shit anymore? what is this, 1996?
and that was the highlight of my drive back home to slo. it's good to be home. fucktards.
i just got home from slo maybe 20 minutes ago, after chasing some punk child down paseo padre. i was driving to my house... minding my own business. and then BAM! a fucking egg hits my windshield. are you fucking kidding me. who in their right mind does this shit at 2 in the morning in the suburbs. fucking douchebags, that;s who. so what is a girl to do...?
i flip a bitch, turn on my high beams, and chase this mother fucker down. i'm on the other side of the median, and apparently he's not hitting this side of traffic, so i flip another bitch to pass the same spot. i slow down, see the egg being thrown in the air, and hit my brakes. the egg misses my car, but i am fucking ready. my window is rolled down and i fucking cuss this little shit out. "cut this fucking shit out you fucking asshole pussyshit! i'm going to fucking kill you, you fucking douchebag!"
i saw his fucking face, it was a fucking little spoilt ass white high school child with no fucking life, dresssed in black, and he fucking has a petrified look of "oh shit!" on his face. he turns and runs across the street. i speed off to the end of the median, flip a bitch, and try to chase the mother fucker down. i see him as he's running into an apartment complex. i stop and almost get out of my car to chase him down and beat the living shit out of him. but i decide not to. why? because it's 2 in the fucking morning, that's why. i have to be up at 9am to go to an appointment, and get ready for a christmas party. douchebags like this can wait to get killed.
in retrospect, if there was someone else inthe car with me, i would've stopped and just hopped out of the car and fucking jumped that kid. i was that pissed. i mean, who the fuck does that shit anymore? what is this, 1996?
and that was the highlight of my drive back home to slo. it's good to be home. fucktards.