God DAMN
Ok, am I the ONLY one who's sick of seeing Sidney Crosby dripping all sexy-like with Gatorade? FUCK. Just DIE already. Thank GOD he was on the shittiest team on the league. If I had to see him in ONE playoffs game, I'd have thrown up all over my Shortcakes.
On another note, I hate children. Lots. They sit there and stare at me in the bakery, and expect me to drop what I'm doing, hunt down the fucking narsty sugar cookies that melt like lard in your hands, and give them one. For one, they don't even say anything. They just expect it. So, finally... I just stare back at them, shrug, and ignore them, until their parents come over all hot and bothered and ask for a fucking cookie for their little shit disturbers. Well, FUCK them. If they don't even have the fucking manners to use human speach to ASK for a goddamned cookie, I'm not going out of my way to give one to them. Little mother fucking monsters. I hope they choke on their sprinkles. Fuckers.
Ok... that's enough for now. That's all this bloody thing is good for anyways. Bitching about shit.
~Alicia
On another note, I hate children. Lots. They sit there and stare at me in the bakery, and expect me to drop what I'm doing, hunt down the fucking narsty sugar cookies that melt like lard in your hands, and give them one. For one, they don't even say anything. They just expect it. So, finally... I just stare back at them, shrug, and ignore them, until their parents come over all hot and bothered and ask for a fucking cookie for their little shit disturbers. Well, FUCK them. If they don't even have the fucking manners to use human speach to ASK for a goddamned cookie, I'm not going out of my way to give one to them. Little mother fucking monsters. I hope they choke on their sprinkles. Fuckers.
Ok... that's enough for now. That's all this bloody thing is good for anyways. Bitching about shit.
~Alicia