The Adventures of ButthurtCatLitterMan.

WORD FOR WORD, BROS

So I was walking back from Popeye's with Pingu and Hamiul. We crossed the street at Mt. Pleasant and we were just passing by the church across the street from the school.

I saw a guy walking in front of us towing around 4-5 boxes of 'Amigo' cat litter in a small cart.

'It's cat litter,' I said to Pingu. Not ButthurtCatLitterMan.

'What's that, bro?' ButthurtCatLitterMan said while walking.

'Nothing, I just said it's cat litter.'

'Yeah, it's cat litter, what about it?'

'Nothing, I just said it's cat litter.'

'So, what, you just do social commentary about things everywhere?'

'Yeah, sure.'

'Watch what the fuck you're saying.'

'Yeah, okay.'

*3 seconds later*

'What, you think that's funny?' and ButthurtCatLitterMan stopped walking and put his forehead into my forehead. I backed away slowly.

'It's cool man, I'm sorry,' I stammered as his head was basically glued to mine and still, I backed away.

'You think it's funny? I saw you smiling at your friend.' And ButthurtCatLitterMan was still staring intently into my eyes because his forehead WAS GLUED TO MINE.

'I didn't smile, I'm sorry, it's cool.' And of course I was stammering at this point. Because this is what he looked like:

And then ButthurtCatLitterMan went back to his cart and towed away his cat litter.

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It's fucking amazing how people can get so worked up over something that was never even said, or implied. Stay in school, kids. You don't want to end up working a minimum wage job transporting cat litter to churches.

Fuck you, ButthurtCatLitterMan. My forehead is mad :(