but I couldn’t stop myself:
a little story (yes I made it up myself)
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I was waiting with the improvised knife as he walked by; I could smell the stink of ignorance and arrogance on him. His back was turned! It was time.
And yet, I failed! I could not stab the offender. Alas, It was true: I could not shiv a git.
OUch. 🙂 You should be posting this in!
I have to applaud your effort….
That’s horrible!
Civilized bitch.