Jesus, you're such a bitch. If you were in my center and you started running your mouth (and I'm sure you wouldn't) I'd probably make you cry. After I embarrassed you enough to take it outside, you'd have no idea I dismantled whatever remained of your dignity until you woke up in a pile of your own blood
and teeth. Every time you walked back into the center you'd know that I just flat
ing own you, that I just snatched your soul in front of everyone, you'd wish I'd just
ed your wife. Hell, she'd probably wish for it too. I'd have my own thread on here about a driver ambushed by another driver because you'd have to kill me to get over the shame of looking yourself in the face every morning before you had to come in and see me. Keep flexing behind your keyboard.