Look. I don't know WHO you are, and you're goddamned lucky I don't. Because this morning, when I went downstairs to have my ******** Pop Tart, I went for the box and it was empty. [******** YOU. YOU p***k. YOU LEFT THE EMPTY BOX THERE JUST TO TAUNT ME. I WILL FIND YOU AND CARVE YOUR HEART OUT WITH A SPOON, THEN FEED IT BACK TO YOU BEFORE YOU DIE. Next time, please leave my Pop Tarts alone. Thank you.
Bleeding Apocalypse · Tue Nov 29, 2005 @ 11:58pm · 3 Comments |