So there I was. At the Wal-Mart. Picking up some necessities. I thought to myself, "My, my, what is that delicious smell?" I followed my nose and realized that a whole mess of fried chicken had just come out of the hopper. Dearies, I will sacrifice five orphans for a piece of fried chicken! Come and get it!
BUT FIRST. THIS woman was in line in front of me.
Doesn't she look like a total bitch? AND SHE WAS. She was barking at the little lady behind the counter fetching her goddamn chicken. Bitch wanted ten pieces of chicken and she wasn't going to stop until she had exactly the ten she was looking for. "NO, I SAID BIG PIECES!" Bitch! Then she had the nerve to look over at me and roll her eyes toward ol' girl behind the counter--as if she and I were somehow in this shit together just because we happened to be standing on the same side of the counter. Bitch, please. I tried to put on my best C-U-Next-Tuesday face and throw a nasty side-eye her way, but my side-eye is terrible. Lucy is much better at it:
Anyway, I don't feel the least bit guilty about posting that bitch's picture here and calling her a bitch. As a matter of fact, let this be a lesson. If you're an asshole, then I'm going to hop right up in your face and make you "famous" on this here excuse for a blog. Cutting in line in traffic? Famous. Not picking up your dog's shit? Famous! Being an insufferable C-U-Next-Tuesday to the poor unfortunate bastard behind the counter at Wal-Mart? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg famous, bitch.
Here she is again. Be on the look-out:
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