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I think there's something about me that really rubs people the wrong way.
Maybe it's the way I walk. I usually carry myself like I'm about to go cave someone's teeth in.
Maybe it's the look on my face. When I'm by myself and walking around, I'm usually deep in thought and I don't look happy whatsoever.
Whatever it is, motherfuckers just can't stop themselves from talking shit to me from their cars.
Today, some mouth-breathing, frat-house reject dork decided to comment on my pants.
"There's no flood, man. It's not raining."
WELL, THANKS FOR THE FUCKING HEADS UP, MONGOLOID. DID IT EVER FUCKING OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I WEAR MY JEANS THE WAY I DO BECAUSE I FUCKING LIKE THE WAY IT LOOKS AND FEELS, MUCH IN THE SAME WAY THAT YOU WEAR YOUR CLOTHES? BESIDES, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO BE COMMENTING ON ANYONE'S ATTIRE, YOU STEVE AND BARRY, NO FEAR, AMERICAN EAGLE, BIG DOGG WEARING FASHIONLESS WASTE OF FUCKING FLESH?????????????
AND AS AN ASIDE, CLOTHES DON'T DENOTE SEXUAL PREFERENCE.
I swear to FUCKING Christ, I'm THIS close to pulling a motherfucker out of his car and kicking his face until I feel the fucking blacktop. I've been putting up with this shit since I was fucking 12, and I've HAD IT. I walk the streets and mind my own fucking business. I don't mess with anyone's anything. I don't insult people and I don't fuck with them, for a multitude of reasons. I have nothing to prove, I'm a decent and kind human being, and I am mature. But for some reason, people thinks it's totally alright to fuck with me from the safety of their vehicles. WHY ME? WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME THAT PUTS A FUCKING TARGET ON MY HEAD? WHY? WHY? WHY?
If it weren't for the threat of lifetime incarceration and the fact that I'm not a goddamn psychopath, I would've dragged one of you into an alleyway and choked the fucking ghost out of you.
Count your FUCKING blessings.
(Besides that, I had a fucking GREAT day. No, seriously. Dog walks, ice cream, hand holds, and lots of smooches. And I actually made some money on a lunch shift!!!)
Maybe it's the way I walk. I usually carry myself like I'm about to go cave someone's teeth in.
Maybe it's the look on my face. When I'm by myself and walking around, I'm usually deep in thought and I don't look happy whatsoever.
Whatever it is, motherfuckers just can't stop themselves from talking shit to me from their cars.
Today, some mouth-breathing, frat-house reject dork decided to comment on my pants.
"There's no flood, man. It's not raining."
WELL, THANKS FOR THE FUCKING HEADS UP, MONGOLOID. DID IT EVER FUCKING OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I WEAR MY JEANS THE WAY I DO BECAUSE I FUCKING LIKE THE WAY IT LOOKS AND FEELS, MUCH IN THE SAME WAY THAT YOU WEAR YOUR CLOTHES? BESIDES, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO BE COMMENTING ON ANYONE'S ATTIRE, YOU STEVE AND BARRY, NO FEAR, AMERICAN EAGLE, BIG DOGG WEARING FASHIONLESS WASTE OF FUCKING FLESH?????????????
AND AS AN ASIDE, CLOTHES DON'T DENOTE SEXUAL PREFERENCE.
I swear to FUCKING Christ, I'm THIS close to pulling a motherfucker out of his car and kicking his face until I feel the fucking blacktop. I've been putting up with this shit since I was fucking 12, and I've HAD IT. I walk the streets and mind my own fucking business. I don't mess with anyone's anything. I don't insult people and I don't fuck with them, for a multitude of reasons. I have nothing to prove, I'm a decent and kind human being, and I am mature. But for some reason, people thinks it's totally alright to fuck with me from the safety of their vehicles. WHY ME? WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME THAT PUTS A FUCKING TARGET ON MY HEAD? WHY? WHY? WHY?
If it weren't for the threat of lifetime incarceration and the fact that I'm not a goddamn psychopath, I would've dragged one of you into an alleyway and choked the fucking ghost out of you.
Count your FUCKING blessings.
(Besides that, I had a fucking GREAT day. No, seriously. Dog walks, ice cream, hand holds, and lots of smooches. And I actually made some money on a lunch shift!!!)