You know how when you come out of Target and some ass clown has parked a Porsche SUV sofuckingclose to your car that you don’t know how he/she managed to get out of the driver’s side door, and you realize there’s no way you’re going to get your baby carrier back into your car unless you violently and with great force open the door and smash the shit out of the Porsche SUV’s door because your car is old and you don’t give a fuck anyway because you’re a total badass and then you struggle and fight to cram your baby seat into your car and the baby’s eyes are are open super wide and she’s all “what’s happening to my chair?” and you finally get it in there but OH NO!
The pretty paint on the Porsche seems to be damaged.
It’s a shame, really.
And then, just in case you were going to miss an opportunity to really stick it to the ass monkey, you might have no place to put your gum after you’ve finished with it and so maybe you stick it under the door handle.
Or maybe you just wish you had a piece of gum because that’s what you’d do with it if you did, which maybe you don’t and so you make a mental note to always have gum from now on.
And maybe you’re so fucking fed up with people being assholes that you drive all the way home feeling pretty satisfied that you just showed one of them what’s what (sort of). And maybe you even had some fantasies about what you’d do if they came out to their car whilst you were struggling with your baby seat, and maybe you felt sad that you never took those Ninjitsu classes like you always wanted because you know a ninja would never put up with that shit and so you make another note to become a ninja because it’s up to us to teach them, Queefies.
One dicklicking cuntburger at a time.