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I'm a dude you don't fuch with, ever. Latest example. I'm at the grocery store making a bee line for the 1% milk with the latest date stamp on it. I see it. It's mine. Then out of nowhere this biotch cuts her cart in front of me and takes the milk. Well I'm not taking this kind of crap off any soccer mom so I bump my cart into her and give her the evil eye. She laughs, swerves her cart really close to me and tells me "nice try pencil dik." I swear if there hadn't been another gallon with a date stamp expiring just two days earlier there would have been some serious carnage.
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Kurt V
No more Porsches, but a revolving number of motorcycles.
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