No questions, no autographs

I hate falling of the grit. And the reason why I hate falling of the grit is because I hate getting back on the motherfucking grit. And with all this social fucking media someone in your pathetic little past is bound to find you at some point.
Every time you'll meet someone from your past, especially class mates the bitch mode comes on disguised as nice. "Oh how sweet. You didn't change at all since high school. Diet didn't agree with you, did it? Well It's better to be healthy than skinny, i guess."
And every fucking time you meet someone from your past the same two fucking questions pop up like someone gave out a standard questionnaire that somehow never reached you. So you'll be taken by fucking surprise every motherfucking time. At one point you'll be trying to match the little bitch question for question but they'll always know how to fucking answer.
First fucking question and annoying and fuck is "How you've been doing? Are you working?"
The immediate fucking reaction is to punch that goddamn bitch in the face, drive over her a couple of times and spit on her cooling corpse. But see how murder is punishable by jail and a lot of it you  will try to keep your cool and answer as calmly as you can that you do have a shit job in this shit economy and you're looking for something better.
Of course the slut from your past will be having the perfect job and working there since for ever. WELL FUCK YOU!
This particular question is made so that will demonstrate how much of a fucking looser you are and has the same intended effect as "My daddy can beat up your daddy." on the motherfucking playground.
The second question, even more annoying than the first one is: " Are you married? Have any kids yet?"
To which, If you think fast enough, can have the upper hand and respond with "Bitch, my face is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Is this the skin of a mommy?" or with " I'm not going to get married before I've seen the world." which will indicate you have bigger plans tan staying at home, cooking for your alcoholic, teenage husband and breast feeding your accidental fucking brat.
Now that I've calmed down in writing, I'm thinking of deleting every person from my past and changing my screen name to one of a superhero, like Nighthawk cause I will fucking eat your heart out while is still beating you motherfucking, question asking, Jeopardy bitch host!