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mother fuckers broke into my house. Stole my ps2. And the games. Coupla movies. Kicked my fucking door in, split it wide open, dead bolt fell out of the door!!! Doorknob won't turn. Then they made a beeline for my bedroom, apparently thinking I had some deep dark treasure buried in the crap up on my closet shelf, and proceeded to tear the fuck out of everything that I had in there.
Then...get this....
the gutterfuckingcuntsnatchbitchassmotherhumpingfuckers were trying my fucking CLOTHES ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who the fuck tries clothes on during an ass-licking robbery?!?!?!?!!?
To top it off, I'm pretty damned sure that they were here when I got home. I think they were in the middle of digging through my fridge (HAHA...no leftovers there for ya, ya fuckTARDS!) to see what kind of shit-ass mess they could make with my food while trying ON MY MOTHER FUCKING CLOTHES!!!! Back door wide open....
To think that I had my kids with me, just picked them up from school....
Yeah, I know I know...good thing they were gone when I got here, didn't put myself or the kids in danger.
BUT...and I say this with teeth-grinding-wish-I-had-that-movie-scripted-placement-and-perfect-string-of-events-straight-from-the-gut feeling.... I almost wish to have been able to grab those fucking pussy ass punks and break their heads open WITH the ps2 game that they so desperately coveted and pummelled their faces into unrecognizable lumps of mushy connective tissue and teeth.... just let my kids see the proper way to deal with gutter-snatch like that.
but no... they had fled, and my kids were scared enough as it is. So.... Merry fucking Christmas, you shit licks!!! I hope you plug it into your substandard wired trailer and start a fire from which you are too dumb-fucked to know how to escape from and slowly bake to death!!
I'm going to go do dishes now.