10 April 2009

F.

I hate you.
You are Stupid.
I want to go for a swim and get a tan.
You made it rain.
I am now throwing a tantrum at home now.
Are YOU happy?
Don't you feel guilty of making an innocent victim of your discrimination feel DEPRESSED?
You are an ass-hole. You better stop this fucking hell of a rain now before I get pissed off and curse you, violating the rules.
Then you will try to fry me with your thunder-bolt like Zeus.
And then you will miss me, and I will curse you so loudly that the whole world will stop worshipping you.
YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. It better stop raining. I give you 1 and a half hour.
STARTING FROM: NOW...

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