Original post: July 11, 2007
I'm gonna actively search out one of those snobby, rich girls in Hollywood. Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie.... It doesn't matter. I'll find one. After they're found, most people, when they're as irritated as I am, would do the most horribly inexplicable thing they can imagine to them. Torture. Tar and feathering. Lynching. Drawn and quartered. I'm much worse. I'm gonna find one of 'em out for a night on the town. Make sure it's a public place. Gonna wait for them to go in the night club, or restaurant, or Mayo Clinic. When no one's looking, I'm gonna go over and key their car. That's the worst torture I think they can endure. Either one long swipe down the side, or if I have time, I'll put in a choice word or two. "Skanky McWhorebag" has a nice ring to it. Then, when they come out and see what I've done, I'm gonna watch from the shadows as they cry to their "friends" about how someone could say that without really knowing her. Oh, I know you. I know you real well. You're a brainless, self-absorbed cum bucket who's only popular because your vagina is open 24/7. Don't deny it. Then, I'm gonna scratch her off the list and go for the next one.
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