Dear you note #2 **Date Witheld**

Dear Chocolate Loving, Metro link riding, bitch, 


   I'm just taking a ride home from work and I touch the seat in front of me and BAM! i touch some MELTED chocolate. MELTED chocolate!... I know you did it, bitch. I mean, If you're going to eat that shit on the train, be civil and don't drop that shit everywhere. When i find you, i'm smashing a hot, melted crunch bar down your pants. Ion need this... My fingers smell like chocolate and shit and I'm not even home yet nor do I have HAND SANITIZER. I HATE YOU!

My face was seriously like this when I realized I touched it.