You're on notice...the very next pukebag who stalks me on a checkout line at Walmart or Wynn Dixie is gonna die. I will do my very best to blow major caliber holes throughout your body. So proceed at your own risk. It most definitely is no slight risk. Enough is enough. Black, white, Latin, Asian. You're fucking dead. Or I am. It matters not to me. Tonight, you crossed the line...If I can, if I have the moment of a chance, I will blow you out of your fucking shoes...
The next slimeball who creeps me in a checkout line is gonna get either several bullets in his center of mass or six inches of fine Randall steel in his solar plexus. Want some? Come on down...
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