Merry Christmas

"You bitches are going to pay for this shit."

I taunt you a second time.

I see you, creeping around from public IP's. The lat/long line up with the trunk that runs through O'Fallon.

Stop being a creepy pussyman.

When are you going to get it through your thick, sociopathic, sick fuck head?

I AM NOT AFRAID. BRING IT BITCH. BLOG STALKING IS SUCH A COWARDS WAY TO HANDLE THINGS. GROW A SET. SHOW UP HERE. I FUCKING DARE YOU.

Your mother is a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

"Lifestyles' or Magnum's?"

So, there I was, sitting outside on the porch. Minding my own business, smoking.

The kids were just getting out of school and walking home.

These three girls walk by, two boys in tow behind them, and they're discussing condoms.

They couldn't have been more than 8th grade.

"So, do you like Lifestlyes or Magnum's?", the one girl asks in that giggly voice girls use.

I choke a little.

One of the boys says, very matter-of-fact, "I like strawberry lifestyles."

This made me take pause, because admitting you give a fuck what flavor a condom is and you're the one wearing it? That was a scratch my head moment.

The other boy, well, po' thang, he wasn't more than 4'8". And these smart-mouthed, little tramps were asking him, repeatedly, if he preferred Magnum's over Lifestyles'. The boy wasn't answering, either.

I snorted smoke out of my nose and promptly choked until I peed.

At least they're talking condoms, right? *shitface*