Maplewood Walmart – m4w – 35 (St. Louis)
Dear bitch that almost ran me over in the Wal-Mart parking lot,
I noticed you weren't wearing a wedding band as I f*cking dove out of the way. I really didn't have a choice BUT to dive out of the way. I'm assuming, because you were on your cell phone, you were either:
1. Pissed at your boyfriend.
2. Your pill dealer wouldn't answer.
3. Your pill dealer is your boyfriend which means you are doubly screwed.
Either way, you were pretty fucking hot (just kidding about the pills) and I would be willing to forgive and forget the attempted fucking murder of me by you for a crack at that ass.
Drop me a line if you are interested in repentance.
Filed under: The Parking Lot