You are the oh-so-cute and friendly young lady with a long-term boyfriend. And we are the best friends of your very best guy friend, who you have... More >>

When I take my car into the mechanic joint where you work in Capo Beach, I want my oil changed. You are the mechanic. That means you are supposed... More >>

You're the bitch on the bike who knocked down my 60-year-old friend on the path near the Huntington Beach pier on a recent November Saturday.... More >>

As a disc jockey employed by various high-end department stores throughout the county, I've encountered my fair share of hostile audiences. The... More >>

I'm the credit-worthy, polite and decent Englishman you phoned regarding a beautifully appointed 1920s apartment in Long Beach. It wasn't ready... More >>

You are the volunteer lady at the local theater who was silently passing judgment on me while I was trying to hurry my father into his seat. I... More >>

You're the woman who couldn't maneuver her fat, dimpled ass around my shopping cart at Ralphs. Instead of asking me to move it or simply pushing... More >>

You were the Huntington Beach police officer in the local convenience store at 2:30 in the morning; I was the customer there who made a comment... More >>

Hey, you! Yeah, you. You were in your gigantic truck in the Triangle Square parking lot; my wife and I were attempting to walk across at the stop... More >>

You are so fucking fat that you bust out of your clothes 12 times a day and have to change them constantly. That is the only explanation for the... More >>