Saturday, December 17, 2005

Target (Literally)

To the subhuman fuckface that swiped my wife's wallet this morning and ran up $3,000 worth of charges at three different stores in the space of 45 minutes:

I wish you the worst tidings this holiday season. I hope Santa comes down your chimney, fucks you in the ass, and shits in your stocking.

Please God, if you are really out there, give this guy $3,000 worth of repeated crow bar blows to the face. Thanks in advance.

Fucking asshole.

2 Comments:

At 8:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hope he gets his salad tossed with both salad dressing and tabasco sauce.

Douchebag!

 
At 8:28 AM, Blogger Grape Mouth said...

Sorry. Had to turn on Javascripts. That last tiding was from GrapeMouth.

 

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