my happy little ocd story...{language goes explicit}

i find a bridge

i sit down and look at the clouds

i stand up

i jump off

woooooooooooooosh {geeze this is a tall bridge}

splat finally

i get up

i walk over to hot topic

i pull out a gun

i shoot a fuzzy pink purse into shreds

i walk over to claires

i take all the gir bags

i take them over to hot topic

i put them were the fuzzy pink purse was

i walk over to the cashier and say "may i please speak with your manager?" very sweetly i might add

the manager walks out

i say"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A FUKING FUZZY PINK PURSE IN YOU FUKING STORE"

i walk over to claires before he has a chance to ansewr me

i walk up to the cashier and say "IF YOU EVER TRY TO GO GOTH OR PUNK OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WERE TRYING TO GO I WILL PERSONALLY COME AND SHOVE THIS GUN DOWN YOUR THROAGHT AND BLOW YOUR FUKING HEAD OFF! ARE WE CLEAR!?!!!!

Sounds like fun doesn't it?