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This is a big fucking shout out to Brian Richard Walter.
You are a piece of shit.
Honestly.
So how about last night Brian, the most mature boy ever.
Went and deleted my entire photobucket account and guess what was in there.
The only fucking pictures I had of Jeff.
This is after I haven't fucking talked to him in weeks.
The last time I talked to him was when his little girlfriend called me drunk.
Hahah. Riiight.
First of all Brian, let's grow up a little. I haven't said or done anything to you.
I have my own fucking life I don't need to intrude all over yours like you and Deb obviously did need to do to mine that night.
Also, If you had a friend that was fucking dead, I wouldn't delete the only pictures you have of them.
I don't touch your things.
I don't fuck with your shit.
So leave me alone.
In other news, I didn't touch your fucking car either like your mom said I did.
I haven't ever done shit to your car. So, maybe enlighten me as to where you got that idea?
I doubt anything even happened to your car.
Momma's boy has to make something up to look better.
Also, don't think I can't read your journal even though you took me off your friends list.
You're not as fucking smart as you think you are.
So, here's the best advice you'll ever get.
Go put a bullet in your head because I've never met anyone more undeserving of the breath in their lungs as you.
I'd love nothing more than to spit on your fucking grave and know I was responsible for you being in a casket.
You are a piece of shit.
Honestly.
So how about last night Brian, the most mature boy ever.
Went and deleted my entire photobucket account and guess what was in there.
The only fucking pictures I had of Jeff.
This is after I haven't fucking talked to him in weeks.
The last time I talked to him was when his little girlfriend called me drunk.
Hahah. Riiight.
First of all Brian, let's grow up a little. I haven't said or done anything to you.
I have my own fucking life I don't need to intrude all over yours like you and Deb obviously did need to do to mine that night.
Also, If you had a friend that was fucking dead, I wouldn't delete the only pictures you have of them.
I don't touch your things.
I don't fuck with your shit.
So leave me alone.
In other news, I didn't touch your fucking car either like your mom said I did.
I haven't ever done shit to your car. So, maybe enlighten me as to where you got that idea?
I doubt anything even happened to your car.
Momma's boy has to make something up to look better.
Also, don't think I can't read your journal even though you took me off your friends list.
You're not as fucking smart as you think you are.
So, here's the best advice you'll ever get.
Go put a bullet in your head because I've never met anyone more undeserving of the breath in their lungs as you.
I'd love nothing more than to spit on your fucking grave and know I was responsible for you being in a casket.