Just got off the phone with my (current) favorite teenage niece, and found out something rather disturbing. To wit, shortly after she arrived at where she is living now, she was, in essence, molested. Some douchebag in his 40's or 50's got her high (or something) and took physical advantage of her. She seems to be dealing with it alright (and this was some time ago), but I can't help the urge to fly out there, track the fucker down, and beat him within an inch of his life.
Fuck that.
Beat him within an inch of his life....and then finish the job.
GOD, guys like this piss me off so much. And when it's my fucking niece, I see pure blood red. I don't give two shits that we are not biologically related, she is my fucking niece, as evidence by the fact that I am her favorite uncle, blah blah blah, etc., etc., etc.
Dude is lucky she really doesn't remember who or where he is, because I would love nothing more than a hunting party and a good old fashioned desert drag.
The next guy that touches her without her permission loses limbs.
Fuck that.
Beat him within an inch of his life....and then finish the job.
GOD, guys like this piss me off so much. And when it's my fucking niece, I see pure blood red. I don't give two shits that we are not biologically related, she is my fucking niece, as evidence by the fact that I am her favorite uncle, blah blah blah, etc., etc., etc.
Dude is lucky she really doesn't remember who or where he is, because I would love nothing more than a hunting party and a good old fashioned desert drag.
The next guy that touches her without her permission loses limbs.
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