To the lady on the hyperlink this morning: You sat subsequent to me at Mountlake Terrace and began doing all your make-up, banging your brushes round, and getting powder totally on you. Positive, stay your fact. Verify your look with some selfies. However once you began shaking an aerosol can of hairspray? Dry shampoo? Regardless of the fuck it was, I used to be too shocked. There was no means, I naively thought to myself, that you’ve got the audacity to spray a can of hairspray on a packed practice at rush hour.
However you certain as shit did spray your melon-y rubbish throughout me and everybody in our automotive. You bought off on the subsequent cease (U District). It couldn’t have waited? Did you ever suppose for one second about something apart from you and your mid coiffure? Really, fuck you.
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