Don't touch the wild lady. ROAR!
So, there are touchy people in the world. Alas, I am not one of them. I don't like being touched, especially when I'm moody. Even if I tell them, no touchy, they still touchy. Why? Why?! and I don't mean like bad touch, just anything. Like hands on my back or shoulder or hugs... Oh hell NO!
One day I was upset and I told a co-worker, many times, Dunt Touch Me! But she thought it would be fun to touch me again. So I swung around and glared... Glared isn't accurate. I formed an evil aura death glared at her. With a low deep-throated growl I roar "Don't touch me again."
It was like a comic, how she jolted, taking a step back in a defensive position. As if I was a lion about to pounce. Haha, ah it felt good to make people cower. Does that make me evil? It does? Damn, oh well, still a great feeling!
No need to say, but she doesn't touch me anymore.
Tra-la-lala!
Man I feel good. ( ^▽^)
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