And while I’m at it, yes, the cull is on . . . useless hand-whackers, general pieces of shit and acquired hangers-on can all line up at the door and kiss my sweet ass before getting the fuck out of my life. Who the fuck needs you?
Simple is Good. Life has enough distractions without assholes complicating them. DUHHHH> DON’T NEED YOU> DUDES!
Allez vous faites en culer.
Permanently.
Compris; do you want me to put that in a bag for you? Your clodhoppers are near the front door. Oh, and give 'em a lick while you're stumbling down the stairs, willya?
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