Sup
That bitch. That cold, bleak bitch, after everything I've done for her, and the nothing she's returned. Tacy is her name. They say it means silent, but that yappy, insipid bitch never closed her cock holster. Down at the tavern and drunk as fuck, I make one plastered, offhanded comment that I love Santa Claus. One comment! One god damn shit fucking comment before the effects of the beer take their toll on me,before I hit the floor. And what do I wake up to? Tacy hovering over me with a mother fucking paintbrush, my face decorated with Christmas colors, and a Santa hat Krazy Glued to my mother fucking head. For two fucking days I've tried to get this Christmasy bullshit off my face. Two fucking days! Forced to "resign" down at the Best Buy, resignation my ass... unsympathetic assholes said they don't employ bald Santas. Those pricks think they're funny, I'd like to Krazy Glue a god damn Santa hat to their smug fucking balls so they have to cut off more than just their hair, those fucking assholes. Store has more pricks than a shitsuck porcupine, I don't need them. At least Jim's still there for me. Rastafarian nizzle's good enough to lend me his wig, I gotta give him props. We smoked some herbs together and came up with an awesome revenge plan. Cold, heartless bitch is gonna pay. You see, Tacy keeps pet rats. Oh yes, they are her people. Well, I stole those pet rats. I stole them and I put them in the mother fucking wash cycle. I watched with sadistic, delightful glee as they went 'round and 'round. I slapped a dead rat over my shoulder, I even bought that bitch a bouquet of flowers and Krazy Glued some dead rats to those. Then I went to her shithole apartment. Then I knocked on the door. Sup bitch! story courtesy of the Founder of Radometrics! RADDEST MOTHERFUCKER EVER! thx rob <3