Why the effing hell did you… Arg! Such a complete waste of… ARG! What is this… Arg!
I… You… I… You… I… Arg!
…Kill you. That’s right! KILL YOU! DIE! DIE! DIE!
DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU COST ME? You belabor me! You INCONVENIENCE me! I don’t need your shit! I don’t need this worthless shit from you! I do not! give you! permission!
You can take your worthless diseased puny ideas, your mooching half-formed parasitic habits, your rank and bloated autoaggrandizing self-importance, your mangled empty fly-bitten codpieces, and go away and curl up and DIE!
I should hit you! I will hit you. And hit you! And hit you again! I will keep hitting you until pieces of you fall off, then I will kick you, then I will pull more pieces off, and I will stomp on those pieces, and I will crush the hard bits into dust, and I will flay the pulpy remains to shreds, and I will feed all your loose pieces to the sharks, and I shall laugh, then I shall pull your hair! Then I will sodomize you with a flaming barnacle-festooned pier piling wrapped with rusty razor wire and a blasting cap chaser! WITH NO LUBRICANTS! And then I will roll over your sorry-ass excuse for a corpse with an unlicensed fly-ridden Yugoslavian garbage truck! That’s leaking shit! And I will drop its shit on you! And then laugh again! Ho ho! The only pleasure you bring someone is when they watch you fall! You think anyone will cry for you? I hope you come down with ebola! YOU SHOULD GET EBOLA!
Every last one of you! You know who you are. You and your moronic rotton numb-nut peons, pockmarked dog-faced dingleberry-slurping mouthbreathers, priestfucking doo-doo-head second-hand sliced-cock-sandwich mongers, churlish hemorrhoidic maggoty underfunded dog turds, liver-spotted dimwit infected lumpy bags of vomit, lameass chowder-brained monolsyllabic dipshit WASTES OF CARBON FRIENDS! Them and their worthless sheep-biting miscreant PASTY SCUTS! Your mothers screamed when they saw what you did! Screamed! YOU MADE YOUR MOTHERS SCREAM!
AaaaAAAaaRRrrrnnGGAAAHHH!!! ARG! ARG! GRRRRRRRRRRR! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!
Wow, the Pit really is useful. I feel better already. I can’t even remember what I was angry about, now. Talk about theraputic!
Oh, that’s right. To whomever came up with the “sleep” button on my keyboard. I can’t disable it, and I’m always brushing against it with my hand and the computer shuts down so fast I lose my changes and I can’t disable the stupid button. But it seems kind of petty now, so…never mind. :o