The next time I saw him I was going to waste his skinny, wrinkled, dried up, hemorrhoid-ridden, incontinent old ass. I was going to make him look down the barrel of my Smith & Wesson and inhale lead.
Maybe I could write a book about it and retire to a nice inbred, paranoid, provincial town in Maine with killer dolls or something. I could write mysteries like Patricia Cornwall, only I'd get the science right
That's feels pretty mean and bitchy to me(even if richly deserved). But yeah, she's drunk so there's no way to be sure if the mean streak I can feel here is just a product of her cracking bad jokes and being simply pissed off.
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going to waste his skinny, wrinkled, dried up, hemorrhoid-ridden,
incontinent old ass. I was going to make him look down the barrel of my
Smith & Wesson and inhale lead.
Maybe I could write a
book about it and retire to a nice inbred, paranoid, provincial town in
Maine with killer dolls or something. I could write mysteries like
Patricia Cornwall, only I'd get the science right
That's feels pretty mean and bitchy to me(even if richly deserved). But yeah, she's drunk so there's no way to be sure if the mean streak I can feel here is just a product of her cracking bad jokes and being simply pissed off.