Justifiable Bludgeoning

Hey cunt: Open up your fucking purse, rifle through it to find your god damn pocket book, take it out, open it up to one of the many sections you tuck intricately folded currency into, either take out a bill larger than what you estimate your fucking purchase is going to be or start hunting […]

Your beauty inspires me to remember a line in a beautiful poem. I believe I am quoting Miggs' romantic verse when I say:
'I can smell your cunt.'