When I’m walking around the corner from my house is shitty jeans and a ratty hoodie and my hair is a mess and the only makeup I’m wearing is what came off my eyes but didn’t get off my face in the shower and I just want to get home to pour a drink & watch Archer & eat some Swedish Fish, YOU & YOUR BUDDIES DON’T NEED TO HARASS ME FROM YOUR FUCKING TRUCK.
Here’s another time your attention isn’t appreciated: EVER.
I get to feel safe in my neighborhood. You get to have your dick shrivel and fall off from lack of use.
