Dear Mrs. Auction Winner

Dear Mrs. Auction Winner,

I realize that you bought yourself a reserved parking spot in front of the school because you are too lazy to walk all the way in from the parking lot. I also realize that your husband must make a lot of money for you to be able to drive that shiny new Suburban since you seem too emotionally unstable to hold a job yourself. So you need to realize this; if you ever park behind me so I can't leave because I parked in YOUR spot, and then proceed to yell at me as if I am inferior to you, I will put a Volkswagen sized hole in that shiny new Suburban and you can explain to your pompous husband that it happened because you are entitled little bitch. Catholic school or not, 2 can play at your little game and next time I won't give a flying fuck who hears what I say.

In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit,

Go Fuck Yourself