Thursday, April 16, 2009

You fat fucking fuck!


When I, as a licensed driver of a motor vehicle, give you permission to cross the street in front of my car, you'd damn fucking well better make a God damned effort to do it in a timely fashion. Don't you dare stroll like it's your God-given right. Move your fat fucking ass now, you filthy pig! Don't dawdle (in your case, waddle) and check your e-mail on your faggoty-assed PDA. Just cross the street quickly, okay? Okay, thank you. You fat tub of useless shit. 

                                                                                          
(Note: this is not the fat fucking whore who 
lumbered across the street this morning but 
it is a close facsimile)                                                                                                                                                                                              
              



Not too faggoty. 

1 comment:

Gleemonex said...

If I have to tell you one more time to stop stalking my dad, I am going to have to get the Police involved.