#pool post

I had complete expectations on who the opposing team was going to throw. I expected to play the guy that always insists on playing me because he's never beat me in a match and his ego can't handle it. He has to win.

But they didn't throw him.

They threw up the guy that I want to stab in the jaw because he's a piece of shit human being who, back in the day, did things to my husband that are unforgivable....and that's if he even had remorse but he doesn't because, like I said, he's a piece of shit human being.

Righteous indignation took me over and

I. Killed. Him.

I slaughtered his ass. We whare equal skill levels, which means even race, and it was beautiful.

By the first rack I had him shook.

By the third rack he was pissed.

By the fourth rack he was talking shit on me to his team 'I can't believe I'm losing to Rachel'

Like...fuck u bro. Believe it cuz you are losing to Rachel.