As I said, I present you all with a life experience I lived in July of this year. it goes like this: I was so fucking angry at the men having their daily get togethers in the plaza. Weeks passed as I watched them gather in fours, sixes, all without their wives. Okay, not all of them may have been married, but the fuckers were grouping off with their own sex, segregating themselves from the women! I decided to take matters into my own hands to express my fury. One day I made my own gathering - of conkers. It was ripe season for them and I collected at least twenty of the freshest, biggest ones I could find, took them home and waited until the sun had set. At 9:20, after waiting at least fifteen minutes for all the bystanders to pass me by and nobody was in sight to notice me, I slid open the door to my flat's balcony. The bastards were all there, four of them and I decided to act. I clustered four conkers in my hand and I threw them into the trees above the stone bench they sat, using the trees to cover my assault and it paid off. I ducked back into my flat, quickly but silently, having a tree cover my window and watched. The first time the guys looked up, but left it at that, obviously the not too bright type, perfect for more bombing runs. I threw three more clusters of conkers, adding five to my amount as one more chauvanistic male pig entered the fray. I had to stop because one of them got up and shouted "llama la policia!" But the fact is I hit them all each and every time I threw my salvos. I felt so much better after. Pity I didn't throw stones!
