Just Now

Not five minutes ago, in line at 7-11, I ran into a guy I knew from school. Its been like 5 years since I’ve seen him, but not long enough for me to forget that he was a serious fucktard.

EXAMPLE: This particular fucktard was at a party with me one night, and he walked right up to this girl named Cindy…..
FUCKTARD: I hear you were in gymnastics. (*think 10 decibels too loud)
CINDY: Uh…yeah?
FUCKTARD: So, have you ever tried the squishy frog position?
CINDY: The what?
FUCKTARD: You know (wink) –when you fu*
SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-get the picture?

ANYWAY, this guy is a mere two spots behind me in line. I mean, only ONE fucking guy separated me from a potential conversation of tragic proportions. Thankfully what separated us was a black man, built like a linebacker, so I felt relatively protected.
……………well maybe not.

His overgrown noggin peeked around my 1-1 coverage, and yelled out “Hey Frank!! Whatcha up to, you shit digger?!” –like really loud.

Crowded 7-11 + Linebacker + “Shit Digger” = what a FUCKTARD!!......still.

Apparently he bumped my defense wall (uh….big black man) with his hand. Mr. Black Man, as I like to now call him, turned around and elbowed that retard right in the puss.

On my way out the door, I saw him heading for the bathroom with blood spots on his white button-down. I suddenly felt sorry for the guy.

It lasted- .00000000000000000001 seconds. I takes me longer to blink.

Good seeing you fucktard.

FU