Cyclist don't bother me as much as joggers.......I thought there was a rule that you jog towards traffic........I hate seeing this same betch every morning, in the cruise lane, running with her earphones on, and I have to nuge into the fast lane, or just tail her ass until i can..........I don't want her to die, but I totally want her to get hit.......I don't care how bad a person it makes me.
Kaitlyn brought a wolf for me to fight, and refused to speak to me until I'd bested it in battle.
I did so, easily. Because there are three things that I'm the t!ts at: Barbecuing, Mega Man 2 and finding lupine pressure points.
I thought we'd mack a little after that, but she just laugh-cried manically over the wolf corpse until her face turned purple. Also, she was driving an Aztek and that's literally my only deal breaker.
I'M COMMITTING VERBAL MURDER IN THE MAJOR THIRD DEGREE
MY NAME IS BEETHOVEN MOTHERPHUKKER, MAYBE YOU'VE HEARD OF ME.