48th Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

CORI YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. YOU'D BETTER START RUNNING NOW, BECAUSE WHEN I CATCH UP YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE NEVER SPAWNED, ASSHOLE. NOBODY FUCKS OVER MY CAR AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.

[ooc: Hooray for secret-revealing curse days. Icon is waffle-love because George has no spectacular I-am-pissed-off icons.]

Comments

[theenviousone]

...wow.

[reaping_havoc]

What the fuck?!

[theenviousone]

Never seen you so pissed off about something.

[reaping_havoc]

I've never been so pissed off! Fuck, he is DEAD.

[theenviousone]

Good luck with that.

[reaping_havoc]

I don't fucking need luck. If he wants to play touch-and-go with my car, I'm going to run him over with it. Repeatedly into the fucking pavement.

[theenviousone]

Can I watch?

[reaping_havoc]

You can watch me take his legs off first so he can't run. How about that.

[theenviousone]

You really going to do that?

[reaping_havoc]

Fuck yes I am.

[theenviousone]

This is going to be good.

[reaping_havoc]

Not for him. But I don't give a shit what's good for him.

[theenviousone]

Yeah, I got the 'not for him' part already.

[reaping_havoc]

Fuck...And he talked to me! Like he was all innocent and had no idea! Fucking bastard..

[theenviousone]

Cause telling you would have been such a good idea.

[reaping_havoc]

Well, he didn't have to walk up and introduce himself! That's rubbing fucking salt in the wound.