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Anonymous
I'd hit her so hard that they would take me away for domestic battery, never let me see my kids again and have her file a restraining order against me. Then things get a little fuzzy from there and the next thing I know I have woken up inside a state penitentiary with some guy named Bubba in the bunk above mine and a guy named Larry across the way who is serving 5-10 for possession of child pornography. Bubba doesn't talk much but I think that is because he lacks respect for me ever since he found out I beat my wife. Larry's pretty cool with the fact since he thinks all women are whores and deserve whatever is dished to them in the way of a cock or knuckles. I sometimes find him appalling but then I can't stop realizing how much we have in common. I mean, come on, the bitch was ugly, didn't I have a right to hit her for not being pretty enough for me? Maybe someday they will let me see my kids again but they keep telling me I have to change my ways. Change my ways? Why not tell my now ex-wife to change her face? Does that judge realize what it is like to wake up to that every morning after you dumped another load of baby batter inside her? No, he doesn't. Instead, his fat ass goes home to fuck the prom queen because he makes $100 more an hour than me. So where was I...oh yeah....
I'd hit it.
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