WHAT THE F?
TO THE PERSON WHO STOLE THE CROCK POT:
It was a conscious, deliberate action, executed in a time frame of 15 minutes. Why the CROCK POT? Why not the Fondu Set as well? It was right next to it. Did you need a CROCK POT that bad? Are you as cheap as your white-trash inheritance? Yes. Even worse. You're a cheap, white-trash, GUETTO BOY and I want to shove your face through a wall. Then I want to pull it out and SHOVE IT BACK IN.
I hate people like you who make the rest of us have to watch our backs constantly. Double check the locks. Hide the purse. Cover the presents. Bring the bikes in. Don't leave your toys on the front lawn. All of that SHIT makes me angry because LIFE SUCKS WHEN YOU CAN'T TRUST YOUR NEIGHBOR. I'm so full of RAGE over this STUPID LITTLE CROCK POCK. It's not about the CROCK POT itself, it's about the STEALING OF IT.
You know who you are.
WATCH OUT FOR KARMA, BABY.
She'll come.
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