Spotted...Assaulter (refer to blog posting 'I've Been Assaulted...')
So readers, to my amazement I saw the guy that left me traumatized last week. So I am walking towards the ab-section of the gym -sidebar: Body gettin' right, eat your heart out Jane Fonda- and you know how you think you saw something but doubt yourself and you ask yourself that haunting question "is that who/what I think it is..." Sho' nuff it was him and all I could think was "does he remember me and if so, PLEASE DON'T LET HIM SPEAK TO ME... Lawd knows that I would not have been able to handle it the same as I did last week and by me being famished and near black-out status from my diet of water and Tylenol I may have just said something that would have been offensive... But should I have been that considerate of his feelings when he was far less considerate to my sense of smell and what it would do to my stomach to be approached with that oral sewer he calls a mouth?
Needless to say, that was the quickest ab workout of my Jane Fonda career and I got the EF outta dodge before another SHITE covered projectile launched in my direction.
Is it too much to ask for the "boys" in blue with the job-title SWAT (sidebar2: I think SWAT translates into "We have the right to EF a Mutha'effer up) to put a cease and desist plan of action in place to capture and destroy the oral offender?
Flashback....
~feenix
The Open Relationship
2 years ago
2 comments:
water and tylenol...imma eff you up dear sir
I apologise, but, in my opinion, you commit an error. I can prove it.
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