I’m just running errands this morning, and picking up some last minute ingredients for my NYE post. As me and my resting b-tch face make our way through the shopping complex, some scrote matches pace with me. Unfortunately. And this isn’t the first time this has happened.

Scrote: Hey. Hey! Hey, beautiful! I’m talking to you. Hellooooo?

I, of course, keep my eyes trained straight ahead, up my murderous aura, and speed up. He struggles to keep up.

Scrote: Hey, gorgeous? Ni hao! No? Konnichiwa? You’re not Japanese either? F-ck, what’s that other one? Sh-t, what’s hello in Korean?

At this point, I was giving him an angry glare before I could control my reaction.

Scrote: What’s that look for? Holy sh-t! So you do speak English? Hey, what’s your name? Don’t run away (I actually started walking even faster) Come on, I’m a nice guy! You don’t need to run!

I guess he finally couldn’t keep up because he stopped pacing me. The last thing he said?

Scrote: Well, f-ck you, too! I’m just trying to be nice! Maybe I should just stop talking to women!

Dear Scrote,

I feel confident that I speak for all of my FDS sisters, and a few women who will find us someday, when I say, “That’s the best thing you’ve sputtered. Yes. Please stop talking, and bothering, women.” lol

Happy NY, sisters! May your 2022 be scrote free!