Hey on seeing its Christmas here' s my story about a fiucking little shit & shopping.
Now, I' m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over
their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
Djay, here' s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fiucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning,
the momenta saw a tiny sprinkle of blood on the little shit' s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. Imade my eyes get wide, and started
ll [ | '.Mli!' (ill ht' jill fill,' (G% screaming ". SEITE..'' Now, my good mend, Tom we' ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting "FUCKI.
MAYBE HE DIDN' T GET ITI. .." By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and
starts getting pis at us for yelling at her kid.
Here' s the kicker, Ilook her straight in the eye and say, Ccam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and Tm. .. I' m FUCKING HIE’ PC) ."
And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just flicked up big time because his mom isn' t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. Iwalk away from
them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing
like the cunt she is.
I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.