I read this on Bash. I don't know if it is true or not, but I certainly appreciated the deviousness of the idea.
Note the language is not mine
<Anonymous> Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little sh*ts in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little c**ts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
<Anonymous> Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the f*cking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little sh*t’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little c**t he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SH*T! SH*T!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “F*CK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! F*CK!.” By now, the kid is scared sh*tless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
<Anonymous> Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m F*CKING HIV POSITIVE.”
<Anonymous> And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just f*cked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my sh*t from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the dumbass she is.
<Anonymous> I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
Note the language is not mine
<Anonymous> Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little sh*ts in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little c**ts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
<Anonymous> Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the f*cking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little sh*t’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little c**t he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SH*T! SH*T!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “F*CK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! F*CK!.” By now, the kid is scared sh*tless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
<Anonymous> Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m F*CKING HIV POSITIVE.”
<Anonymous> And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just f*cked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my sh*t from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just as we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the dumbass she is.
<Anonymous> I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
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