Oh, how I hate that languid walk of teenage boys as they saunter across the street, slowing traffic with their invincible arrogance and over-sized pants. I fantasize about speeding up and driving into them, feeling the satisfying thud as their skinny bodies; no longer hard and impenetrable, but porous and delicate; hit the front end of my car and sail gracefully, slowly, to a soaring soundtrack, out of my way.
2 comments:
Yikes.
Um, that's all I have to say.
A modest proposal ?!
Mr H might say "Ouch" if he saw it!
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