Dear blog, today I went on a hunt at Target! Nothing as usual, I bet the employees are scalping all the good stuff. Damn scum, I, as a consumer deserve those action figures, not the plebians at Target trying g to fund their drug addiction. Well after Target, I decided to go to Toys R us. When I arrived, it looked closed, so I went up to take a look inside. Then I kid you not, 2 fucking hobos jumped out at me and brandished a knife. "Gimme your money!" One said, as the other just was hitting himself in the head repeating "Crack, Crack I needs my crack". "I don't carry cash, it is beneath me" I roundhouse kick the knife out of his hand, Do the splits and punch him in the sack like MK taught me. At this point, his street husband starts to just scream "What you do! How I get my Crack now!" I reach out with my hand, gesturing the street husband to take it. As he does I say, I'll give you all the Crack you need, proceeding to break all the bones in his hand. He passes out from the shock, I put my hands on my hips, looking off into the setting sun. "I just wanted my God damn action figures."
