Shoot Her In The Face!

That's what my class of 8 year old Junior Thugs suggested I do with the little lying carwreckin' beotch.

It's really tempting to pass off her name and address with a request that their older brothers hit that crib if they need something to steal.

But I shan't.

I'm just gonna pretend My Name Is Earl, have faith in karmic debt, and try not to feel just bitter and a-fucked about the whole mess.

Like I said, it could have been lots worse. And I gotta keep my naturally half-empty brain turned towards the full part of this glass.

Comments

Azathoth100 said…
Heh. Gotta love those Kids. What a great idea.
11:44 PM
V said…
Well, at least they're loyal, I'll give them that. :)
12:41 PM
Unknown said…
Not just 'shoot her', but 'shoot her in the face'. Wow. Very specific. I can't wait to be old enough to live in a retirement home. "Ah, Mister Wiggy, you done messed yourself again. I'm going to shoot you in the face!" I keep thinking there is hope for the next generation - then I think when I get to where I can't take care of myself, I'm just gonna drive off a cliff.
7:05 AM
Amandarama said…
Aw, kids. They say the sweetest things. I can only imagine what these little guys will be like when they finally get to the high school.
9:47 AM
Dave Morris said…
That kid has been playing too much "Grand Theft Auto!"
1:33 PM
V said…
I'm trying to stop the violence as best I can Wiggy. :)

I shudder to think, Amanda. I know right now they can't spell "wouldn't" but they can sure spell "fuck you".

Very likely, Dave.
10:28 PM
Tennessee Jed said…
You just need to get her a hunting date with the Vice-President.
8:11 PM
Julie said…
What Jed said, ha!!
6:48 PM
V said…
Is his dance card open, Jed and Julie from Tennessee? I sure hope so.
12:05 PM
Trevor Record said…
Wow, she actually got back on her phone after crashing into you? The girl had balls, I'll give her that.
5:05 PM
V said…
Well, Trevor, the thing was, she never stopped the conversation. After the cars collided and I was trying to back my brokeass vehicle out of the road, and it was scraping against hers, she was STILL TALKING.

And yeah, she wasn't short on balls. Just any shred of decency is all. She was low on that.
10:41 PM
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