Some assface
decided to say, “Konichiwaaaaa over here, come on bitch!” as I passed him on a sidewalk today.
Was he Asian? Of course he wasn’t.
Did I want to shove his entire greasy face into one of his dirty nostrils and rip his tacky black shirt with dollar signs on it, mix it into a blender with the spit he spat and make him drink it, throw it up and drink it again?
Of course I did.
I’m not violent. I just wanna punk bitches that ruin my 90 degree sunshiney Sunday.