< Jesus...
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I had the most awful dream last night.
I was in the theatre and some douche came in and started ragging on Mr. Deepjock for being black AND gay.
Rather than calling him out as a douche and leaving it at that, I went over to him and held out my hand for him to shake. When he grabbed my hand, I clenched down around his, hard at I could, and twisted until I heard both the bones of his forearm snap. He crumpled to the ground and I crouched, kind of straddling him - very Uma Thurman. I grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head up and said, very quietly, 'You leave. You never come back. If I hear about you talking shit like that ever again, I will find you. And I will kill you.'
Then I stood up and brought the stiletto heel of my boot down into his crotch.
And as he screamed in agony, everyone cheered, and I felt like a hero.
*(shudders)*
It was so... satisfying. And SO easy.
Well. Today is supposed to be a good one, so we'll see if I can't shake ^that off.
Love you kids.
x
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