Warning to Barnes&Noble Stock Owners

I suppose I should tell any of you who own Barnes&Noble stock that I cursed them the other day. The Barnes&Noble in Old Town Pasadena discontinued allowing the public, and much more importantly as far as this curse is concerned my wife in particular, to use their public bathrooms because they are too fat and lazy to be bothered to clean it and supply it for the hordes of people who used to use it: many of them the people who have just filled their bladders with Starbucks coffee which is located within the store. Since Starbucks has managed to curse itself I have not included them in my cursing of Barnes&Noble. I have only cursed one other entity in my life and that was also because I was personally pissed at the way my wife was treated. That curse I should mention came to a complete and total fruition to such an extent no further thing could be done to the entity. Do you know what I'm saying? And Now I have cursed Barnes&Noble. Both these curses just "burst forth" from me, so to speak. I don't plan them. Obviously. Otherwise there would likely be a lot more of them. They are spontaneous, intentional, and with full will "at birth" so to speak. I do not seem to be able to bring myself, either, to the state of mind that I ever feel any compunction or even temptation to "relieve" the curse once I have willed it into being. So, a word to the wise. I don't think even the Democrats are going to bother bailing out a fucking bookstore. While my wife, and less importantly, none of the public, can use their shitter, it's a pretty good bet the slovenly fucking slobs who "work" there doing nothing at all except stealing inventory, can use the bathrooms for their queer rendevous and their super ugly dykey lesbian mulatto frizzhaired atheist stinking pussyfests whenever the mood hits them, which is likely even more often than the mood to eat hits them, though one would think that would take a frequency of a miraculous capacity to accomplish that, judging from the size of their waddling huge swaying spongey suet-filled cascading hips-into-asses, asses-into-thighs, thighs-onto-the-floor vile piles of unholy and unnatural packs and clumps and aggregations of distended, gravity-yanked muck-filled skin.