Dear group of guys in Walmart, Apparently what I sat on the counter during check out didnt register in your head. Formula, diapers, and a case of sprite. Now with it being 1130 at night that either means: A. My child is out of formula B. My child is out of diapers C. All the above. Which means when I come out of Walmart walking top speed, I dont want to hear your dumb ass remarks. For one, DO NOT call me out as aye girl! Secondly, I know how big my ass is... But thank you for reminding me. And lastly, barking?? Really?? Any type of girl that will stop and talk to you after you bark at her like a dog, has no respect for herself. Now, I know yall are young....(and I know this because all 6 of you sat for 10 minutes yelling at the cashier about how you 18 and you grown so you can buy a pack of blunt wrappers.) But hell, at least have some type of respect. Barking at me like Im an animal is not going to get you anything but ran over. And luckly, my child needs his formula and dont need his mommy in jail tonight or I would have ran yall over to prove a point. Get some freaking class to yourself. Pull your freaking pants up. And approach females like you got some kind of sense. I promise you. Barking and yelling like a bunch of middle school kids aint going to get you any type of good pussy. Learn some common respect, and get out my freaking way. Goodnight, Your friendly neighborhood mommy.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 03:42:28 +0000
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