“That’ll be seven sixty seven buddy.” Said the clerk.
The guy behind me said. "Buddy? Last I heard a buddy
was a bump on a dog's ass. Don’t let him call you that?"
He was right. No Mother Fucken human should be allowed to call
anybody "buddy" that’s just too disrespectful to let slide. So I took
my Slurpee and beef jerky out to my car and got my gun. I went back in and shot
the bastard in the knee.
I told him, while he
was crying like a little girl, that he better think about calling people names.
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