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Fuck, I'm sorry to hear that, Plums.
I haven't got much else to offer, I'm afraid; I probably would fall into the violent camp here, or at least the striking the fear of God into the troglodyte motherfucker camp.
Were you on your own? Sounds to me like you were, which makes him all the braver for doing it.
Other than that, I don't know what to suggest. Carrying round a camera and making posters of wankers like this would be nice; so would giving him a good stern talking to with a blowtorch.
But don't make yourself feel bad about this. I know that's probably far too easy for me to say, but please, try not to let these morons ruin your day; that's what they want to do.
But if you do see him again, get a posse together and kick his fucking head in, eh? |
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