| | We know everything offends you, bitch. You have to seriously get that big fucking good as god helmet off your head because nothing anyone will ever say will be completely neutral or unoffensive to you. You fucking dense bitch
Apparently you do not understand exactly how things work in the merry old land of oz. People talk, people have opinions, if your opinion is based upon how pissed you get when someone states how they view the world then you seriously need to consider getting a CATscan. Better yet, you need to consider getting your mouth sewn up and (while in the same surgical procedure) removing your head from your ass, because as we all know, it is not working for you.
I'm ninety percent sure that you grew up believing you were right as a kid, and I'm one-hundred percent sure your parents didn't have the ability to tell you: "You're wrong." Maybe they just didn't discipline you enough. I know whenever I said something really fucking stupid I would get slapped. If I verbally attacked anyone, I would get a good screaming and then hit so hard I couldn't breathe. Seems your parents never taught you respect; even if it is getting hit in the back with a flat leather belt.
I wonder how it is you have a steady heterosexual relationship. I mean shit, you are so empowered by being a woman you don't even wear a bra, and visit pro-female empowerment feministic websites. You know what the opposite of Misogyny is? Misandry, bitch. I wonder how it is you even allow a dick inside that moldy crusty vagina of yours. You fucking cut your hair short...wear not one...not two, but four fucking piercings. All of which make you look like a bull who just got caught and is about to be publicly raped.
If only you knew this was about you, you'd get your panties shoved so far up your poon that your great grandfather will have to come out of his grave to pull them out of his now non-existent (albeit: shriveled) ballsack.
Fuck off, dense bitch. You made the time in this room so intensely difficult that at one point I considered handing you a giant cardboard poster which read: "I can thank American Law for the law that says murder is illegal."
Curl up into that little defensive ball you curl up into whenever you get 'offended' when someone says something that conflicts with your safe little bubble you call a brain. What's your name again? Oh yeah...whore.
/rant
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| | Posted 11/10/2009 12:06 PM - 1 View - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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