Bruise Count: 4
Body Count: 2
Adrenaline Level: HIGH
I hate kids. My mantra of the evening.
Kids = Bag of Shit
Ive never seen so many grody little demons in one confined space. It was like the freaks and geeks of every DC public high school came to party with the cool kids.
And it wasn't pretty.
To the girl I pretty much kicked in the vagina...I'm sorry. But I warned you. I physically grabbed you, shook you, and told you to back the fuck off of me. But you didn't get it. So either your inner thigh or pooter met the heel of my boot.
To the fat straight guy I sucker punched in the neck/chest...I'm not sorry. You were gross, and sweaty, all up in my space, AND YOU TOUCHED MY HAIR. We're not talking you felt it....you got your fingers in it and went crazy. NO NO NO. And don't fucking rub your wetness all on me....I'll punch you in the nose next time...like I was planning.
I'm a rotten, nasty little girl.
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