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Winona Ryder, you twisted, cannabis-soaked no-talent twit, never before have I held a conversation with someone as self-important and pretentious as you. Choke to death on your own ego before my hands find their way around your neck, you backstabbing whore, I'll get you. If I wanted to hear your voice ever again, I'd watch Mr. Deeds and then jerk-off to the sound of my own gag reflex. I was right about you in 2002 and I'm right about you now, you vindictive, cancerous screeching vulture. Wow you are creepy. Go spread Colin Farrell's degenerative syphilis.
Today I went down to the farm and butchered 1000 cows with my bare hands. I bleached their hides and played in their blood and made tens of thousands of pairs of Vincent Gallo Brand leather pants for the American People.
Destiny would have it that from my bedroom window, if I press my cheek against the glass just so, I have a staggeringly clear view into the living room of my terrorist, cokehead neighbors. Each night the disturbing cries agglomerate and I find it Necessary to hide in the topiaries outside their living room, accumulating further reasons to deport them to Mexico. The Great Vincent Gallo will be a National Hero.
I must be sneaky about this, since there isn't yet a law in California that prevents Ahmed from dancing wildly to Color Me Badd records wearing nothing but a turban and a black jockstrap. My lucky day will come when I catch him beating his wife with the butt of an automatic weapon as he downloads illegal mp3s and burns the American flag upside down, yes. It's just a matter of time.
Paris Hilton, you are the most beautiful woman.
Today I went down to the farm and butchered 1000 cows with my bare hands. I bleached their hides and played in their blood and made tens of thousands of pairs of Vincent Gallo Brand leather pants for the American People.
Destiny would have it that from my bedroom window, if I press my cheek against the glass just so, I have a staggeringly clear view into the living room of my terrorist, cokehead neighbors. Each night the disturbing cries agglomerate and I find it Necessary to hide in the topiaries outside their living room, accumulating further reasons to deport them to Mexico. The Great Vincent Gallo will be a National Hero.
I must be sneaky about this, since there isn't yet a law in California that prevents Ahmed from dancing wildly to Color Me Badd records wearing nothing but a turban and a black jockstrap. My lucky day will come when I catch him beating his wife with the butt of an automatic weapon as he downloads illegal mp3s and burns the American flag upside down, yes. It's just a matter of time.
Paris Hilton, you are the most beautiful woman.