July 20, 2005

Stop Touching Me

Quit it. Leave me alone. Arrrg! Stop touching me!

What's your problem? Can you please just stop? Seriously. Just stop. Stop. Please. Stop touching me!

This is so stupid. Why can't you leave me alone? This is so immature. Just stop it. Okay? Quit it. Pretty please. With sugar on top. And a big ole cherry and some whipped cream. I'm asking nicely. Please stop. Stop touching me!

Fine. I see how it is. You obviously have some type of problem. You just can't keep your hands off me. I don't blame you. I am quite the specimen. But this is getting ridiculous. I need you to stop now. Okay. Stop. No more. That is enough. Enough. Enough! Stop touching me!

You wanna be that way? Okay. I'll just ignore you then. I'm not paying attention to you. You don't exist as far as I am concerned. What was that? Did someone say something? I didn't hear it. Must be a ghost or something. I'll just quietly sit here. All by myself. No one else around. I can't feel that. If someone else were here, I'd imagine they would be getting bored now. Especially if that person were being an annoying jerk. Stop! Quit! Stop touching me!

That is it! I've had enough! Keep your goddamn fucking hands to yourself, alright? Touch me one more time, asshole, and I swear to God that I am gonna beat your fucking ass. Keep it up, motherfuck. If this is what you want, then I am gonna crack your fucking skull. Yep. Keep it up, asshole. Keep it up. Okay, how does that feel? Hunh? You like that? You want it harder? You wanna get pimp slapped? How's that? You want another? Okay, here you go. You keep touching me and I'll keep slapping you. Here's another one. And another. Fucker. Take that. And that. Stop! I said stop! You goddamn fucking mother fucker! Stop touching me!