To the nine-fingered, 12-toed inbred halfwit who threw a milkshake from McHardened Arteries at my car — in a perfect world stump-humpers like you would have their balls dipped in batter and deep fried and then fed to room full of people with cold sores and gingivitis. You are a yeast infection with a pulse.
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