Sunday, March 10, 2019

Revenge is best served sweet

He parked like a fuckin’ asshole. It was a he? He, she. It. Fuckin’ matters? It’s mental, straddling two parking spots like that. Please tell me you didn’t start a fight. Or key the car. Course not. I just went back and smothered the windshield in maple .
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