(Source: umathurman, via flowerprintskin)
I call bullshit
(Source: whereubeat)
I was with my brother, my sister, and an aunt and uncle. It seemed we were making a road trip across several states.
At one rest stop were two guys that were somewhat bullying my brother. Verbal threats of wanting to beat him up or something. We were all a bit shaken up by this, but we took off.
In our journey to nowhere we were back at the same place where we first encountered the two men.
We whispered to each other that they were making their way toward us as we quickly made our way to the truck. Before we knew it they had caught up to us and were halfway in the back seat with us through that little window with my sister in the left window seat, my brother in the middle and myself in the right window seat. My brother was passed out cold and again they were giving their verbal threats.
I had had enough and just wanted to get out of there, so I mustered up the courage to speak up to them.
I turned to the one closest to me and spoke slowly and intensely:
“If you won’t leave, I’m going to fucking kill you by biting chunks of you and spitting you out. And I will do it slowly.”
A slow death by mastication seemed to intimidate them, so off they went and we took off on our meaningless journey to nowhere.