You have to be a walking-talking filled colostomy bag to do this to as little girl.
Satan is real and owns a hose pic.twitter.com/6nifLnvdpN
— MotherFuckingCheeseFries (@MFCheeseFries) May 18, 2020
And yes, I wish that witch all the ill she could get.
Aw man, I am having my kid out there day after this drawing whatever she wanted, with me as a guard, super soaker in hand. She even approaches my kid while they are drawing I start screaming for her to stop molesting my kid or kidnapping my kid and call the police. Make her have to defend her actions. or stand between her and her target, and once she gets you wet you can go for a battery complaint. For sure make sure to find her parking space and decorate it each and every day, letting the whole world know who she is. I just can’t believe some people…
That guy would end up getting a high colonic with that hose.
Accidents happen, y’know.
Be a shame if one happened to that punk-ass Karen.
If they want a hose fight with my little girl, I’m happy to break out the gas powered pressure washer for a hose fight. Find out if you can power wash the bitch off that griping harpy.
And… the reason why this had to be done right in front of the little girl is?????
Because a lot of people just plain suck. And they want to make sure everyone else is just as miserable and dead inside as they are instead of getting the help they need or taste testing a 12 gauge.
Redo overnite with spray paint
isn’t their color, just a little….off, somehow?
“…CAR color…”
Karma will get her sooner or later. Probably sooner if she keeps being such a cunt to kids.
“Karen’s” like her usually die alone, eaten by their 20+ cats. Nobody will miss her.
Wouldn’t surprise me at all if she was *that person* in the HOA that goes around measuring how tall the grass is on peoples yards so she can cite them for kicks.
I sadly have those in my HOA. Only they have moved on to reporting things like garbage cans out too early/too late or toys left in the yard overnight.
Karens are the modern day Puritans.
They live their daily lives terrified unto death that somebody, somewhere, might be having fun.