When I was about ten years old there was a five year old in the neighborhood who had older brothers that taught him all the curse words. So me and my sister run into this kid riding his BIG WHEEL toy and he says FUCK YOU to us in passing. My sister, who was chewing an apple at the time, seeing the boy stood up off the big wheel, spits chewed up apple in the holes at the bottom of the BIG WHEEL. Then she says, "FUCK YOU." And we walk away.
You NEVER get chewed up apple out from inside a BIG WHEEL. That thing will stink of rotting apple forever. That is where I come from. There is a nasty streak in my family that runs deep when provoked.
Somebody (LADY MORGANA) just spit apple in my BIG WHEEL in a figurative sense. I am not to be FUCKED WITH. I have a red line crazy in the sand that I cannot control when pushed passed that barrier. I can be EVIL if I have to be. I can lie, cheat and steal. I can mind fuck with the best of them. I have died multiple times already so I am not afraid of dying or where I will go which will be a better place than where I am currently. I am not going to fuck around anymore with this bullshit and tolerate any more attitude or passive aggressive mind games. It will be better to get along amicably and work together, but it will be WAR if I am fucked with further and if you are unsure of what I mean, FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT.
This is my LAST WARNING.
If you are wondering what provoked this, LADY MORGANA placed a used bandage on top of my hair brush in the bathroom. I got NO FUCKS LEFT. NONE AT ALL.
I have an idea who reads this BLOG and it is not many, but my biggest reader is LADY MORGANA so bring it.
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