Sup, intercunts.
Where to begin. I'm presently out of the habit of internets communication, so forgive and bear with me. I'm not in the mood for trying, so this post will be wank.
As we speak, the aforementioned stuttering freak is in hospital, squandering national health resources on life support. It's a result. I'm currently nursing a black eyeball. I wound him up so much that he punched me, the fucking animal. I called the cops and had him arrested. Next thing, I get a call from my bovine sister, informing me that he took a heart attack and might not recover. Brain damage, apparentment. Ha. You need a brain for that.
I am fucking delighted. True story. I win to the max. Best case scenario, he won't be able to wipe his own arse going forward. I'm praising all sorts of imaginary deities.
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