So I'm out in town, walking along minding my own business, when some random streetwalking whore of the night tells me that I should put a paper bag over my head. I've been called a lot of things by a lot of people, but for some reason this actually penetrated my calloused outer shell. It's because I didn't instigate it, I didnt even glance at this girl, yet she felt the need to insult me. Thanks bitch, nice job. I reemed her after I had recoverd my senses from this attack, it was like the americans after Pearl harbour. I was dropping inebriated nukes when some waistcoated dipshit felt the need to give an editorial of the situation. MISTAAAAAAKE! Who wears a waistcoat at night and what the fuck is it any business of his if I reem someone deserving of reeming? I make a point of not being mean to girls, even the stupid skanky ones, but an unprovoked attack? Boom.
I still feel kind of bad, damn my upbriniging! But not about wasitcoat fag, that guy sucks.
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