To the smooth-brained bitches who thought it was so fucking funny to flush their tampon waste down the toilet of a decades-old, cash-only bar: Do you not have object permanence??
Do you really need a nasty, crumpled-up, germ-coated sign reading “Please do not flush anything other than toilet paper down these old-ass pipes” to tell you that it wasn’t okay to flush “away” your plastic period garbage instead of walking it over to the GIANT trash can outside your stall?
Is your ego so fragile that you couldn’t handle someone telling you what not to do? Everyone is raised differently, but goddamn! Maybe it’s time for your filler-stuffed face to fill in the gaps that your parents so clearly missed?! Embarrassing to come after me for my behavior, only to then hide behind your frat pack of mustachioed meatheads who felt it appropriate to join in on your tantrum and throw profanities at a woman they’ve never spoken to… very cool, normal behavior. Not sure if you were that dumb, or that selfish, but for fuck’s sake!! Grow up or stay home.
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