Well, that’s very high-minded of you, but she is the enemy. And particularly file one.
So, nab. Screw her. I’ll give her no quarter or consideration. That nasty bitch needs to die.
File = vile.
Damn spellcheck.
I bet Rosie still remembers me from a hallway at night on a cruise ship in 2004. It was after a show, and I was walking back to my cabin and I see that thing coming from the other way by herself.
As she got closer she’s eyeballing me, and I don’t look impressed. When she talked that did it. I went off on a rant on how she’s destroying her kid, that she’s not funny, but a vile vile woman. I went on for a bit. She had her back to the wall and hands on the wall and a very terrified look on her face. I was a tall fit soldier at the time heh.
After that, she was never without her entourage again.
Obviously didn’t sink in though, she’s more vile than ever.