Four Rude Whores

I am in an irritable mood this morning. Made foul by four rude whores.

Went to the market for breakfast with my family earlier. My father and I were buying food so mum and sis were the only ones at the table. When we returned, I saw that both our seats had been occupied by four old, stupid, ugly, filthy bitches.

I asked mum why they had taken our seats. Mum said she had told them that the seats were reserved for us but they didn't believe her. They were so incorrigibly, so hopelessly, so utterly indignant, ignorant and thick-skinned they insisted on occupying the seats we had reserved because there was "no evidence" someone else was occupying them. They had looked at mum menacingly but mum didn't want to pick up a fight so she left them alone.

As a result, dad had to go elsewhere to have his meal.

Bloody uncivilised bitches.

Told mum she shouldn't have been intimidated by those four whores. Those seats were OURS. Should have just asked my dad or myself to fuck them, since a good fucking was what they wanted.

While I was eating, I noticed there was a fan overhead, blowing in the direction of those four whores. And it so happened the food i had bought was served on a paper plate and had a good amount of sauce on it. What wondrous luck! A ploy came to mind.

You know, there's no need to resort to violence, dealing with such morons. Intelligence, for them, is in scarce supply. All you've got to do is outsmart them.

Before I left, I purposely left the empty paper plate with whatever sauce there was remaining on it, with nothing holding it down, and knowing that the next gush from the overhead fan would send the disposable plate flying their way. Those whores were so engrossed talking to one another I bet they hadn't noticed! And so I left feeling the tinge of sweetness in my mouth.

Awww, some shirts' gonna be stained real bad this time.