rejoicingpeasant

i almost had to choke a bitch today.

i settled on a stern talking-to, which resulted in her walking away halfway through my second sentence.

what held me back, you ask? ..my smock.

had i not been on the clock, she would've tasted my boot. then my calf, then my knee. then other stuff, but by then she probably would've been dead. so.. y'know. she wouldn't actually be able to taste my goods, which is a shame. i'm very tidy down there.