Oh, how I loath you.
The thought of you makes HEAVE.
I hate every last thing about you.
Your inability to spell.
Your lack of grammar.
It all makes me sick to my stomach.
The things I want to do to you are so
sick and twisted.
But you're not worth going to jail for.
So I'll sit back and watch you ******** up your
life.
And enjoy your misery to its fullest potental.
AMF, hope we never meet again.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery