Sunday, January 18, 2009

The signs that mean little to nothing at times

What? So you think that this very arm that is capable of holding you would not be strong enough to throw salt over your garden wall? Why should I do you any favors? Honestly, I respect Snoop Dogg but if his tounge dare tred on the words bitch or whore I would choke him with a white kid's dreadlock after I waterboarded him with polluted well water. I will take the cards in your hand and use them against you and then beat the shit out of death with my own backbone. If I am willing to do these things why would I bother with being decent towards you. You think some daemon will step in and save your ass after all the shit you have done. Going back on your own pathetic promise, taking my apology and using it as a means to get to me because you cannot mind your own fucking business. Hey, if it hurts me more than it hurts you then I still might fucking do it. My bad might be your worse so I suggest you quite with the plotting and rehearsing. Go back to your dumb ass broads. We are not friends, we are not lovers, and lint balls are great fire starters. Peace kid.

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