Oh Lord.
I'm in a pretty irritable mood right now, for a variety of reasons I won't go into at present. Suffice it to say that I am in fine fettle and leave it at that; and I am going to attempt to alleviate my rotten mood by hurling acrid invective at stupid spammers, who should all be rounded up and flogged.
Especially words like....
Ian Bishop implies that he can give me solutions. I wonder what sort of solutions? Kool Aid is a solution, for crying out loud.
Norma just plain doesn't understand how one obtains a PhD. I want to hit Norma with a tire iron.
alphabet-fuckin'-soup-man is a nimrod. Stupidity is perfectly acceptable in his world if the girl is pretty. What a moron.
Gustavo Lyons offers to help me take part in a sexual marathon. Great. You're barking up the wrong tree you asshole. I don't have a girlfriend or other sexual partner right now. Why the fuck would I want to take part in a sexual marathon? Asshat.
Julius Lam, I do not ship to your stinking little pissant country. And even if I did, I wouldn't ship to you because you're a fuckin' douchebag.
Ismael Swanson, just shut the fuck up already. If I am ever full of energy, ever again, the last fuckin' thing I'm gonna do is give it to someone else. Fuck off, you fucking fuck! What a fuckin' piss-head.
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It's amazing how catharctic that is.
