Fuck you, you fucking fuck!
How the fucking hell can I be related to you? How the hell was I RAISED by you?
Oh yeah, I remember; when I was prepubescent I realized that you were a hypocrite who cared more about appearances than substance, and I looked at your life as my guidebook to what NOT to do with my life when I grow up. It’s like that episode of Seinfeld where George realizes that he should give in to all his instincts instead of the opposite, except I think “what would my mum do in this situation?” and I do what’s right instead.
I am so angry at you that I can’t tell if all the shivering I’m doing is because it’s slightly cold, because I may have caught my wife’s cold or if it’s because if I was in the same country as you I’d be throttling you right about now.
You just called me up and made a horrible, slanderous accusation so vile I will not dignify it with repetition. Nobody deserves to feel as sickened as I do right now. And that’s the worst part: I can’t tell my wife what you said, because what you oh-so-delicately implied would make her upset about someone we both care about.
AH FUCK!!! SHIT! CALISSE!! MAUDIT CRISSE CALINE D’ESTIE!!! (Note use of multiple exclamation marks that, according to the Terry Pratchett scale of punctuation, indicate insanity)
I can’t call up any friends of mine and tell them what you said, because they’d never be able to say your name without calling for divine retribution. Picture it: Hey Barbarian, how’s your mum “CAST OUT THE VILE DEMONS O LORD” doing?
It’s so bad I don’t want to repeat it on a message board where hardly anybody knows who I am, just because I don’t want to take the off-chance that I’ll meet some of these people in real life and they’ll put two and two together decades from now if I or any of my family members decide to run for public office.
And you were oh so delicate in the way you made your accusation. “I’m just worried about who’s going to be around my granddaughter, and I wanted to plant a seed.”
WHAT! THE! FUCK! Plant a seed?! Plant a seed?! Yeah, that’s nice, plant a seed of distrust and hate 10 weeks before my wife gives birth. And all under the nicey-nice cover of worrying about the unborn granddaughter that you’ve been waiting to see for so long.
Unless you call with an apology, you’re going to be waiting a hell of a lot fucking longer to see her.
Auuggh! I don’t know what’s worse. That you made a completely baseless accusation, or that you feel that making such an accusation, without any proof, fuck without a shred of anything remotely resembling a basis for making an accusation, is perfectly justifiable.