Don’t fuck with Janet

Is there a shortage of idealism? I feel I’ve run out of it. In my experience Experience kicks Idealism’s ass. Age has made me a closet liberal. I’m hesitant to open the Dior.

"Women, with their intuitive instinct, understood that I dreamed not only of making them more beautiful, but happier too." Christian Dior.

Janet Emhart enters the room. “Hi, I’m Janet. Remember it. One of you calls me Janice - you’ll find yourself in a world of hurt. Here’s the deal: I’m your master. You might think I mean mistress. I don’t. I mean MASTER. You will jump at my commands.Remember when being called a pussy or a cunt was belittling to your sorry male asses. That’ll be changing.”

With that she withdrew her Sig Sauer SP2022 and shot the smirking guy in the front row. Guy sitting next to me extended aid and was shot dead too.

“Okay, you fucking limp dicks, don’t smirk and don’t abet smirkers! Move out!”

Minute one of my recurring nightmare. .