And another nail is found in the tuna…

My parents and I were at Books.  We were having a fun time.  We went to leave.

There is this nasty, skank, piece of shit, fucking nasty ass whore named Rachael.  Rachael is an STD queen.  She’s dated and screwed a few people I know and changed them for the worse.  She and I had a run in a few times and she should know by now that if she lays one god damn hand on me, I’m ripping her arm off and kicking her until she’s dead.

Well.  She was there.

I hear from over my shoulder FROM HER FUCKING DICK SUCKING MOUTH, “Ew.  Her hair looks nasty!”

Shortly after my fists ball, I hear a voice I know as my friend whom can’t speak with me anymore because of her, say “Don’t touch her!  No!  Don’t touch her!”  and shortly after that one, I hear another recognizable voice from one of her exes say that I was off limits.  2 guys out there warned her.  A total of 4 guys out there know what I am capable of.  I wasn’t alone.

After I told Mom about it, she offered to knock her ass down and kick the shit out of her.  She said there were two of us.  When she offered to go back, I told her that Rachael had gone inside shortly after, presumably to hide like the little chicken shit she is.

Later on, Mom stated, “I would have let you kick her a few times, but you would have held my purse.”

I promised that I would not touch the STD queen unless, UNLESS, she touched me first.  She said, “That’s right.  I taught you better than to street fight.”