Someone ate my ice cream and I am fucking livid. Who does that? Who takes someone else’s stuff and either threw it away or ate it? On my birthday Bart Crow brought me a little pint of Blue Bell ice cream to the studio and I put it in the freezer to save for one day when I wanted to have ice cream for breakfast. Today was that day. It had never been opened and was still in the bag and wrapped up all snug as a bug in a rug…and now it is gone.
IF YOU ATE MY ICE CREAM I HOPE YOU GET DIARRHEA.
Well, maybe not DIE. To wish death on anyone just isn’t very nice and I don’t want that bad karma coming back on me. I hope your cat gets run over, asshole.
I’m over it.