Dear useless cunts taking your every day all day walk of shame public,
Why the fuck do you think it’s OK to go out in a pair of pajama bottoms? I mean if you’re just getting the mail or taking the kid to daycare or whatever, OK…sort of OK I guess. I mean you just got up and you are in a rush to dump the mewling before you go to work and whatever, I get it.
But once you leave the boundary of quick necessity and decide to wave your thinly veiled stankhole at the general public like it ain’t no thang, I dunno, terrorists have won? Look at you, you disgusting lazy pig. The pjs, The Holy Cross t-shirt and fucking flip flops. You are in a food market and the baked goods aisle smells like the fish aisle now. Oh, and here comes the hubby wearing a pair of FUCKING SWEATPANTS? COME ON you assholes I can smell her pussy and I can see his cock. Let’s give it up for people who are total losers who can’t button a button, tie a shoelace or zip a zipper. Burn in fake hell you sacks of shit.
The Rest Of Us