Yesterday, upon walking the quaint streets in the lovely little town in which I work, I came across two women, walking and talking together. They were both in their mid-20s, looked pleasant and well-adjusted enough. Even stopped to pet a friendly dog that was tied to a mailbox outside the post office.
Nice people, I thought.
Then I walked closer and, as I passed them, overheard one girl say to her friend...
"I'm not one of those people who says, 'Oh, I just hope he's happy.' Look, I don't hope he's happy. I don't hope he's happy at all. I want him to get fucked. And then after he's done getting fucked, I want him to get hit by a fucking bus or bit by that fucking dog of his."
Yikes. Bitter, much?
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