I hate people who stop with their shopping cart in the middle of aisle preventing movement on either side, but there's a special place in Hell reserved for those people who stop directly in the middle of the entry/exit door so they can arrange their purse/answer their phone/stop to arrange their children's clothing, preventing anyone else from entering or leaving a store. The clueless, inconsiderate, addle-brained pontoon heads deserve a swift kick in the balls/cooter and behind my smiling, patient, good-member-of-society face is a raging, gleefully cackling lunatic secretly striving to get out so that he can run all around Costco/Metro/whatever kicking everyone in the nuts. I think my dick just got hard thinking about it.
Note to self: Book social date with angry SP to go kick people in the nuts and then rush back to incall to have energetic, passionate, we-hate-everyone-that's-not-us sex until the police arrive and take us off to jail.
Now I'm ready for a cigarette. Too bad I don't smoke anymore.
Note to self: Book social date with angry SP to go kick people in the nuts and then rush back to incall to have energetic, passionate, we-hate-everyone-that's-not-us sex until the police arrive and take us off to jail.
Now I'm ready for a cigarette. Too bad I don't smoke anymore.





