Bullies, Asshats and Other Disruptors of the Peace
I’ve been here for a little over a year. I have watched some people leave the DU due to being the center of attack by hateful people who clearly have nothing better to do than show others what giant puss sacks they are.
I have never personally come under any type of attack from douche canoes...until recently.
I have arrived at a stage in my life where I find my tolerance of fuckwits to be at a low, low negative five.
There is a (sort of) understated admiration for the handiwork; but I can see your penchant for haute couture. It’s elegant and refined. You appreciate the silk brocade and tiny, hand-sewn pearly detail.
But you play it safe... the only thing you need worry about is staining that silky cream, tea-rose adorned gown with a piping hot cup of English Breakfast.
Give me Avant-Garde!
To burst the head in a halo of succulent plumes— the eyes hidden by black organza. Golden, metal shoulders,...