The angriest, maddest side of Bebe
I am sure by now most would have known what happened to make me lost my sanity. I totally lost it, totally enveloped by pure fury. I trembled, not from fear, but from pure concentrated anger.
Sharon encountered it all, and I am sure no one else had seen me so mad before.
That stupid mothafucker of that car's driver better thanked his/her god that Francis stopped me from a confrontation. I was hopping mad and was ready to strike punches and hurl all the world's most obsence vulgarities. I couldn't wait to lay my hands on that fucker's neck and wringed him/her to death, then stomped on his/her stomach until the intestines flow out and then caved his/her head in with anything until his/her brain mushed out from the ears and nose!
How can an idiot like him/her be on the road, driving so recklessly and endangering the lives of others! And not even stopping to care right after he/she bumped into our car. We were fortunate it only hit our side mirror, but what if things had been worse? He/she just hit and ran!
And the blurdy best part? I was already on my way to that fucker's car, but Francis yelled at me to get back into the car and cool down. We had a screaming match, though both were angry at that car and not at each other. I do not understand! Why in the world let that scumbag get away without me giving him/her a good piece of my mind (and fist)! Why indeed? Just because I am, like, he said and I quote, "You are a girl and it is dangerous," unquote. Where the fucking sense is there in that one sexist sentence! I know Francis is worried about my safety and what-nots, but hey!, I am no fragile weakling, my dahlings!
People drive like they own the roads and at the expense of good lives around, and I just take it lying down?! Pretend nothing has happened?! And be glad all is alright and no one or thing is injured / damaged? C'mon, in the fucking first place, I wouldn't need to be grateful for anything if that fucker did not bump into us! So, tell me, enlighten me, make me wake to my blurdy senses, show me, where is the fucking point!
Fucking fuckers assholes son-and-daughter-of-bitches ch**byes don't belong on the road. Period.
Sharon encountered it all, and I am sure no one else had seen me so mad before.
That stupid mothafucker of that car's driver better thanked his/her god that Francis stopped me from a confrontation. I was hopping mad and was ready to strike punches and hurl all the world's most obsence vulgarities. I couldn't wait to lay my hands on that fucker's neck and wringed him/her to death, then stomped on his/her stomach until the intestines flow out and then caved his/her head in with anything until his/her brain mushed out from the ears and nose!
How can an idiot like him/her be on the road, driving so recklessly and endangering the lives of others! And not even stopping to care right after he/she bumped into our car. We were fortunate it only hit our side mirror, but what if things had been worse? He/she just hit and ran!
And the blurdy best part? I was already on my way to that fucker's car, but Francis yelled at me to get back into the car and cool down. We had a screaming match, though both were angry at that car and not at each other. I do not understand! Why in the world let that scumbag get away without me giving him/her a good piece of my mind (and fist)! Why indeed? Just because I am, like, he said and I quote, "You are a girl and it is dangerous," unquote. Where the fucking sense is there in that one sexist sentence! I know Francis is worried about my safety and what-nots, but hey!, I am no fragile weakling, my dahlings!
People drive like they own the roads and at the expense of good lives around, and I just take it lying down?! Pretend nothing has happened?! And be glad all is alright and no one or thing is injured / damaged? C'mon, in the fucking first place, I wouldn't need to be grateful for anything if that fucker did not bump into us! So, tell me, enlighten me, make me wake to my blurdy senses, show me, where is the fucking point!
Fucking fuckers assholes son-and-daughter-of-bitches ch**byes don't belong on the road. Period.
posted by BeeNuts @ 11:13 AM
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