Last Weeks Ecsapade
Golden words from the mouth of a shitlord last week. When I was at the comic store on Brixton Ave with my co worker and my lady friend, I made it a point NOT to talk about feminismims due to the high sensitivity of my SO’s ear muscles and she cant hear ranting too long or it literally triggers acid indigestion for her. We were walking to the front of the store to leave (none of us like comics, as it turns out) when I noticed a poster for something called Suicide Squad. Ya, I thought. I’m always that way too when I hear people disagreeing with me and my way of lif as a newt. Then I saw.... THEM....! Tits? Thighs? Bleached blonde bimbo pigtails what the FUCK??? Who the fuck is this “woman” to hear who she is who decided she is wants so much attention that she has to parade the sets of a film dressed like a dick lobster vagina...? What amazes me is that people stood up for it saying it was “just a costume” and that it wasn’t called suicide squad because of recent hater attacks on my receding female hairline. RIGHT. I got right the FUCK up in my store owners face.... a woman. RIGHT. Come to find out she agrees with the shoppers and asks me to leave. RIGHT. So I LEFT!!!!!!!!!! I was stopped in my tracks by a giant horrible monster, saying to pay for the comic I was holding as I walked out of the store or he will call the police. Lmfao right... a man, surely. Well, I didn’t because I didnt want to be arrested so I told him I’d let his touch me. He said no, and I told my friends how he alsomst rapped me. Good day, but I really hated how they called the police anyway when I smacked him with the comic book.
