You ass-munching, tapeworm nurturing, maggot shepherd!
What divine being came down from the heavens and granted you holy permission to ______?
What series of random thoughts flowed through the swiss cheese you call a brain and led you to the inescapable conclusion that you could _______ in public?
If only the delivering doctor had tied your umbilical cord into a noose and hung you, instead of offing himself after witnessing what he’d helped bring into this world.
You disease addled, malnourished, pus-bucket! I’d vomit on you if I could manage to break the paralysis caused by the overwhelming stench emanating from your various orifices.
If you’d take your warted and malformed dick out of your mothers mouth for just a minute, she might get the courage to slit your throat with a letter opener as she should have while she had you comfortably and helplessly swaddled in baby blue blankets at the hospital. Yeah, the ones they had to burn later, fuck nugget.
I hope you die. Slowly and painfully. I pray to whatever gods might be listening that your scum lined mouth exhales its final fetid breath into the uncaring and thoroughly sated face of your tormentor.
I pray also that in your final moments of existence you look into those uncaring eyes and see the unimaginable stupidity of all of your actions over the years and just as you are about to repent and come to terms with turning over a new leaf, you expire.
Rot in hell. No. Hell is too good for you. Rot in fucking Purgatory. Stay forever damned to not know where your eternal soul shall go.
And buy some fucking deodorant while you’re there, asshole.
Sorry. I didn’t really have anyone I was angry at, I just felt like telling someone off.