Spilled coffee on my shirt this morning, tripped and proceeded to fall, ripped my pants during my fall, got stung by a wasp, and stepped in dog shit. I am no longer in the mood for your talking, walking, or breathing; so in conclusion, don’t fucking come near me or I will rip your head off.
What if I help you clean up, and you rip my clothes off instead?
I don’t know.
I was joking.















