A Blog About Violence.
Nov 8, 2009 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Etc., Family, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Parenting, Ranteriffic, Suck It!
Sometimes I would like to punch the fuck out of a bitch.
Some people call that violence. I call it natural selection. Meaning, you are a dumb bitch and then I naturally select YOU to get punched in the face by me.
Example 1: Assuming that I am the one when in fact I am not.
Like, talking shit about me to my husband in my house when I am not even there. Even further into it, the shit you are talking actually is not even close to the truth. Further than that is when you can’t even have a conversation with a bitch.
This lack of adult communication leads me to a blog about violence.
Example 2: Lack of manners.
Be it from kids, in a public place or even on the freeway. It all applies.
“Give me juice!” from a kid instead of “Please may I have some juice.”
Shoving past someone rather than saying “Excuse me.”
Cutting me off on the freeway without looking at how close I am to you and how fast I am going instead of pausing and checking your blind spots while using a blinker.
All 3 are motherfucking rude and also lead me to a blog about violence.
Example 3: Liars.
Tell me the truth. Even if it makes me mad. I am to the point with people who lie where I simply will stop talking to you. Not grudge holding. Not any stubbornness. Simply not willing to put in the time to re-trust you again. I just would rather not.
Liars bring me to a blog about violence.
People are fucking with my last nerve. We talk daily about not being the one. Me specifically not being the one. Once my last nerve is numb, I get violent and I can feel it coming in the air tonight. Add allllllllllllllllll off the other stresses?
Psh.
I might just charge your ass at the bar the next time I see you. And by charge, I mean fly/climb/hop over shit and pummel you to the ground. It would be worth the night in jail and lifetime ban from that bar to stomp a mudhole in your ass.
I might dump juice in your face you mannerless kid and then bitchslap yo’ momma for allowing such behavior to exist.
I might shoulder check the SHIT out of you next time for shoving past me like that. Bitch don’t touch me. I will gladly let you by if you simply fucking ask me to move. Wicked shoulder checks are not pretty. Especially if I accidentally let my hand fly up and slap you in your FACE.
I might ram into you. You don’t know me. The car I am driving might be a throw away car. One that I could give a fuck about the damage. I may not care about my own life either. Maybe I was on my way to the nearest bridge so I could launch my pathetic self off of it.
I might have a bar of Ivory handy ready to shove clean into your mouth if you are the next person to lie to my face.
Name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful?
When and how was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt?
Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before?
Tags: behavior, childish, Friendship, road rage, violence
