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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Hornets at Highfield
Fuck you and your aggressive, miserable existence. And fuck those new shitty garbage cans that lure you in so many numbers, that no one uses properly.
Fuck you for swarming me. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.
I know I'm not supposed to freak out and am supposed to remain calm, but when you have 8 little fuckers hovering in your face and you feel impending doom you tell me you won't scream and defend yourself... Which of course I did... and a little old lady saw me being attacked and screamed out 'its your hair flower!'
SERIOUSLY?
But you know I grabbed that flower out of my hair and wiped it across the parking lot. I can't wait till it gets colder and you assholes meet your impending doom.—Using the stop up the street till snow
Tags: buzz off!
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