After a 12-hour shift all I wanted to do was buy my groceries and go home… but then I ran across you.
You stole a bag from my cart as I was paying.
Bitch… give me back my ramen.
I can forgive many things, but I cannot forgive you. Fuck you. You are everything that is wrong with the world. You are why the world hates Americans. I hope you get cancer, the type that doesn't go into remission. As you lay bedridden, pissing yourself, I hope you develop ulcers and skin tears that become infected with gangrene. I hope this spreads to your family, and you all die horribly painful deaths. I hope every infectious, painful, awful torture this earth can heap upon a single person lands on you, and blasts your fucking genes from the reproductive pool.