My Gf Is hot n i hope she kills u

Bitch it's done BEEEEEEEEEEEEEN time.

Pine box.

Oven.

Sunk into the ocean.

Shot into motherfucking SPACE.

Anything. EVERYTHING. Stub your fucking toe on the edge of the table and get an infection that spreads to your kidneys and you live in excruciating pain but the docs can't diagnose you until it's too late and they can't find a donor because nobody else in the world has Captial C Cunt blood as a blood type and you are going to go long and slow and agonizing.

I hopw this for you.

Girl I WISH this for you.

YOU DESERVE IT

I'm doing the rhythmic claps.

YOU DESERVE IT

There's some more.

You jumped my girl and you got people you homies with lighting her ON FUCKING FIRE and somehow, somehow, SOMEHOW, you're the aggrieved philosophical party. You don't got qualm and issue with a cancer faker who been blaming goddamn THE WORLD for that guy getting jumped? You don't have issues on principle with The Soviet Hurts Noncombatants For Fun Man? Bitch, you're the ultimate cie la vie. Leave your I'm The Jokah Baby psychological spewings in the trash bin.

You jumped her.

You broke her face.

You have spent the time since being a little piss gnat during her matches.

God I hope she beats the fucking brakes off you. Seeing her the way she is, that shit pisses me off. But it's all "No, Angel, I got this. This one is for me." And I know she's got Vae Victis and all that, but I swear to god, you don't leave the traveling septic tank behind and they mosey on down in the slut truck, me and Bex and Ami are hitting that ring with her fucking flame thrower and testing out just how many Multitudes you got to barbecue.

Hug hug.

Kiss.

Put her the fuck down, Sweetie.

Excuse me, got some painting to do.