Listen here you ratchet ass mofo, get your muffin top away from my back. Step back a dew motherfucking feet, and while your at it, pop in a dayum tic-tac, cause yo breath is hella nasty.
Okay, so I'm at Walmart and this nasty creature that looks like she crawled from a sewage pipe in hell walks comes in line behind me and she keeps inching closer to me until I can feel her fish breath down my neck.
Her clothes had stains on them, probably from the fish she's been eatin, and she looked like she washed her hair with crisco.
Here are a few things to know for you nasty ratchet people out there.
1) Brush yo nasty ass munching breath once in a while. K?
2) If you know yo nasty, why the fuck are you in my face? Letting your breath shrivel up my eyebrows and shit.
3) Wash yo hair, put some dry shampoo in that shit or just don't go out at all.
4) Two words, muthafucka, and that it Personal Space. I don't like it when there is 3 inches between our faces. I don't like it when your Swiss rolls are pushing up against my tits. I don't like it when your hard nipples are pressed against my back like it's no fucking deal.
People just gross me the fuck out. Damn.
