I was at Target minding my own business when some old fuck stopped in the middle of the aisle and stared me down. He then proceeded to smile and ask to see my leg tattoos while explaining how girls with tattoos turn him on. Fuck that. 



It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.

Being a dick even to demons

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