“Life is like a sharp stick…”, she had the usual smirk with a hint of arrogance on her face. Ms. know it all.

Shove it up your ass, why don’t you…Brenda?! I am sick of your constant life lessons.

“Wha…what, how dare you speak to me like that? I have lived through so many events…I know things!”, her jaw almost all the way on the floor.

Well, I simply couldn’t care less. What does it even mean…what does it mean Brenda?! Why are you comparing life to a sharp stick? It makes no sense!

“Mhm, I beg to differ! Also I do not appreciate your pointed tone…it is as pointed as…”, with that smirk again.

Please, don’t finish that sentence, I just can’t with you.

“I see, am I being too difficult? Too cryptic perhaps?”, she definitely was both of those things.

“I tell you what, I will stop being pain in your buttocks, when you stop complaining about it.”, so conceited, it’s unbearable.

“What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it this instant!”, the horror in her eyes, joy in mine.

“Get away from me, get awaaaay! Help, somebody help! No, please…help, help me…somebody help me!”, with tears and terror in her eyes…

Life is…just a sharp stick in your gut…

Deal with it, Brenda!