You buy a 3 pack of panties for a dollar a piece. To some people that’s like “Eh.” But to me, a poor sad sack, its like “HALLELUJAH! NEW UNDIES!” I also got boy shorts and some tanks.
Also, yesterday I was cleaning my mirror off with some bleach spray to get up dry erase marker residue. I have dolphins hanging on a nail to cover it up and off the fell! The tail broke off and landed in the floor. The bodies landed on the bleach spray that fell into the sink and as they bounced, they hit the nozzle. Right in my face. I’m fine. I can see. My hair is not patchy.
Also, I got some argyle socks. I am ecstatic for some unknown reason. Now I match Bill and his “arrrrrgyle” (<—Private joke.)
Also, while we were out. There was this group of black people. A middle aged woman, a guy about my age, and a little girl. The guy screamed out “MY MOMMA’S A BITCH!” I was like “Whoa!”
I also got into a verbal fight started by little Goth kids in chains and studs and Nickelback T-shirts… I mean seriously! I got kicked out of Wal-Mart for harassment. I just walked into the other entrance and met up with my parents. Nobody touched me.
What I said to them was: Your parents would be proud that their waste of flesh of children are picking fights with someone who could be crazier than they are. For all you know I could rip your chains off and strangle you to death with them and then defecate on your corpse.
To which they replied: Your a stuck up bitch! Get out of here before we beat you up! FUCK YOU! YOU WHORE!
To which I replied: To be a whore would mean I would be easy. I am covered up and although some of the clothing is tight, my flat chest isn’t hanging out of a cropped shirt I made myself out of the worship of the worse band a live. If I were them and I saw you wearing my merchandise, I would go kill myself. Maybe you’re the reason they suck as a group. Ever think of just no leaving your house? I would take that idea up. October’s past. Now you’re just an ugly beast.
To which they replied: I’m getting a manager! Call a manager! You’re lucky or else I would fuck you up! How dare you talk to my girl that way!
To which I replied: Do it. Also, having that as a girlfriend is a crime against nature. People get arrested for that. Bestiality is illegal for a reason.
Manager is paged, so are the cops. I am escorted out one exit and they are escorted out the other. On the way I get a lecture and asked for ID. I tell them I don’t have it. They take my “name” and tell me not to come back. I however return to the other exit after making my way across the parking lot like I’m leaving. Yeah. Fuck people.
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