While There may be power in forgiveness, there is even more power in lobbing a Molotov cocktail through someone's dining room window.
And while all of your friends are grieving at your wake, I hope the sprinkler system turns on and sprays them with AIDS, hepatitis C and liquified genital warts. And while they're all running out and crying, I hope one of them slips and accidentally molests a child.
What's the name of the birth defect you have, trampled by a horse during the 2nd trimester?
I wish I had AIDS so I could bite somebody.
Get a in clothes dryer with Magic Johnson and some razorblades.
That's an interesting accent you got there. Are you from stroke-victim?
I hope you have a miscarriage on a Walmart floor and have the baby's room already decorated.
God, do I hate my little fat tits. You ever pinch your little meat tits and wish you were dead? You ever just stand naked in the mirror. "You little fat-titted mediocre failure!" You ever do that for 3 hours on New Year's Eve.
That looks like something out of the dumpster of planned parenthood.
I had a three year relationship end. Ever have somebody just freak out on you in a relationship? Things are going great. After three years she wants to run out and find a guy that doesn't hit her.
They don't tend to feature the kind of vaginas I like in adult films. I tend to like a thick, heavy pussy - the kind of pussy that looks like it just smoked an exploding cartoon cigar.
I hope you accidentally drink leukemia at a picnic.
I don't wear rubbers cause you can't catch it twice.
I'd rather hug Magic Johnson after he rolled around in barbed wire.
There's a trench coat and a tragedy in your future.
I don't pull out because... it's not my problem.
I hope you slip in a puddle of AIDS and crack your head open
No periods. If you sneeze, the carpet's ruined.
You have the sex appeal of Norman Fell.
Two men spit in their hands, help each other out, then laugh about it later. Just to be silly.
For the record, I hate skiing... and if you get killed doing it, GOOD.
What a coincidence, they both go to College and I'm a rapist!
I couldn't get laid with a sitcom and a rifle.
I don't have kids. That's why I leave it in the dumper or in the mouth, because I hate kids.
You 50 year old one-breasted bag of meat. Just hang it up and be grateful some of your friends are still living.
