You little piece of fucking of cunt. How dare you have the nerve to walk up to me and offer a handshake with a comment of “No hard feelings Yacouba.” Hard feelings? I’m way past that. Imagine a piece of steel that’s hard as Hell and multiply by that intensity by in fucking finity that’s my…
You little piece of fucking of cunt. How dare you have the nerve to walk up to me and offer a handshake with a comment of “No hard feelings Yacouba.” Hard feelings? I’m way past that. Imagine a piece of steel that’s hard as Hell and multiply by that intensity by in fucking finity that’s my feelings at this point. I wrote you a fucking book. You ungrateful son of a fucking stupid cunty ass piece of shit fuck. A fucking book that expressed all the emotions I had for you and what did you do? You practically spit in my fucking face for it. You acted like I didn’t exist. You hated me and you made me hate myself. You little piece of fucking cunt I hope you rot in the 8th fucking ring of Hell. There’s a spot underneath the Devils balls waiting for you. I hope you get into a real nasty fucking car accident or get the plague and suffer a slow death. I hope you get tied up and fucked by a pack of fucking wolves you little piece of fucking cunt. I want you to find the biggest fucking didlo you can and shove it down your cunty as mouth until you choke and spit on all the bullshit you say. You little piece of fucking cunt. I fucking hate you and after reading this, I hope you hate me too.
My eyes are playing tricks on me
