To the P.O.S. at Target on Saturday (non-G rated blog)

You are a fucking perverted son of a scum ass whore bitch. Oh what? Don't remember what you did? Let me remind you. I was the woman standing behind you at the checkout stand. The one you kept looking up and down. The one you told your TEENAGE DAUGHTER you "could do" while your wife ran off to grab something she forgot to get. The one you continued to whisper to your TEENAGE DAUGHTER about anytime your wife was distracted once she came back to the line. You are a disgusting piece of child molesting white trash. I'm sure you're a child molester. Otherwise it would never occur to you to tell your TEENAGE DAUGHTER the disgusting drivel that comes from your waste of a demented rotting brain. Normal people would never do that. Only perverted scum like you. I hope you're attacked by a mob of angry mothers and hung by your testicles from a tree in the middle of a forest until they rip off and your limbs are torn from your body by a pack of rabid wolves and you slowly bleed out. Then you'll go to hell where you belong you fucking piece of shit.