Dear people who have pissed me off at any stage,
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. What is that tripe you call youropinions? What is that scrofulous little tumor you call a brain? Don't youknow that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth, you wad of pus.You're a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a goat thenbe seen with you.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little wormdeserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, aweasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, arevulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre. I barf at the very thought of you. Youhave all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of thisearth. And did I mention, you smell?
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You're grimy, squalid, nastyand profane. I have excreted better things than you. You are foul anddisgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous andobnoxious. I would rather bathe with Hitler than speak to you. You are themoral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void.You are sour and senile.You are a disease.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficientin all that lends to character. You have the personality of wallpaper. Youare dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source ofall unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward and you have bad breath. You are degenerate,noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despiseeverything about you, and I wish you would go away.There, I feel better now.
Regards, Stephanie
(ps. Yoinked from http://www.finalretribution.com/ but damn I feel better for seeing and posting this.)
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little wormdeserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, aweasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, arevulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre. I barf at the very thought of you. Youhave all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of thisearth. And did I mention, you smell?
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You're grimy, squalid, nastyand profane. I have excreted better things than you. You are foul anddisgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous andobnoxious. I would rather bathe with Hitler than speak to you. You are themoral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void.You are sour and senile.You are a disease.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficientin all that lends to character. You have the personality of wallpaper. Youare dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source ofall unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward and you have bad breath. You are degenerate,noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despiseeverything about you, and I wish you would go away.There, I feel better now.
Regards, Stephanie
(ps. Yoinked from http://www.finalretribution.com/ but damn I feel better for seeing and posting this.)