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F-Boy Purge

This is not a test this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the first annual f-boy purge, sponsored by the U.S. government. Commencing at the siren any and all clap backs upon f-boys including murder will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

Police, fire and emergency medical services will be unavailable until 7: 00 a.m. tomorrow morning when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founded mothers and America: a nation reborn. May God be with you all.

Ya'll let me do just one more check real quick. Okay so I got my pepper spray, check. Knife, check. AK47, check. And then of course I gotta have my baking soda, and I got my wave brush, my protein shake, and a stack of John Mayer albums, okay. Check, check, check. Let me catch a f-boy.

Oh look at this one ya'll. My ex Robert or should I say Rob you of seven loyal months of your life and leave you for a chick with halitosis and an Instagram vocabulary. I'll just put that boy in the van with the rest of them.

And I know it's getting kind of full but if Chris Brown just bent his legs and Justin Timberlake stops trying to crip walk in the backseat there's gonna be room back there. And I know he doesn't listen to black people but he better tonight. Because I'm about to raise the terror alert to red.

I'm the judge, the jury, the jail. The government bestows upon me the license to kill and I'm not going to let my country down.

I seek the blood of the one who said no one will believe you when I'm done with you, when I wash myself clean of you. The one who made me buy into his love and then hid all the receipts when all other eyes were around.

Tonight there is no consequence to perfection, to protection or revenge and I know before I didn't have the words to say otherwise but now I have bullets, have knives, have blades, have permisision.

Boy did you not think I'd come for you? Think I'd just play victim? Think I'd be another frail body hiding beneath the bed?

Here comes your worst nightmare. Here comes me carving no into every bone in your body. He who laughs loudest, laughs last.

I see the way that you look at other women. The way that you once looked at me and you think I'm going to let you go tonight after the entire nation gave me the green light to light?

Hand me the bat, nail, spike, zip tie, taser, tear gas, gun. Unload the van. Give me him. That one. Hands up, don't move. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll...

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